My stance on the subject? You want to get to know me...well, get to know me. It really is only that simple.

That, or I'm personified here as that kid who never ran for student body President because I don't know what to say about myself in this broad of a format. Make of that what you will.

[*Time-saving tip: If your sole interest in this profile is of a romantic or sexual nature, please skip to the last section.]

Oh, this and that. You know.

Not letting people pass up the opportunity for fallen eyelash wishes.

There's no way for me to be sure, but I think it might have something to do with having a friendly face. Or, a familiar one. I don't know, but complete strangers always seem to feel compelled to expose their entire life stories to me in little more than five minutes after meeting me.

Maybe they mistake my inability to unawkwardly hold up conversations on my own for being the best listener they've ever met. Which is actually probably quite true, but beside the point. Either way, it makes for great memories.

Anything that moves me, makes me think and feel something I've never felt before...or, makes me want to dance around in a dark & oddly-colored lit room. I have some kind of loathsome aversion to picking "ultimate favorites", but here are some examples if you simply cannot stand the ambiguity:

Music. Rasputina, Queen, Eleni Mandell, Jeff Buckley, Damien Rice, The Fiery Furnaces, Janis Joplin, The Dresden Dolls, Dead Can Dance, Mediaeval Baebes, Patty Griffin, Devendra Banhart, Will Oldham, The Red House Painters, Bob Dylan, A Fine Frenzy, Fiona Apple, Elvis Presley, Portishead, Massive Attack, Incredible String Band, The Ditty Bops, Nouvelle Vague, Carla Bruni, most classical, etc.

Film. Amelie, The Outsiders, Into The Wild, V for Vendetta, Guys and Dolls, The Secret Garden, Across The Universe, The Boondock Saints, Factory Girl, almost everything by Tim Burton, a foreign independent or two, and - in particular - a sordid array of silent black and whites. One of my favorite things to do is spend an evening with a friend who enjoys them as well and provide our own script. If that sounds boring or mundane to you, we probably wouldn't get along very well.

Books. Too many and too few. I'm in the middle of resubmersing myself into the slowly overflowing collection I've been acquiring for far too long to have not made the time to read. I promise to come back to this when I feel satisfied with my ability to express this section correctly.

As for food, my favorites are probably Italian food, homemade meals, and complicated salads. I'm a vegetarian, but I don't require my company to be. A variety of teas to drink, please.

i. My friends and beloveds.
ii. Access to communication.
iii. Trees nearby.
iv. The ability to read.
v. Oxygen.

Pretty much almost everything all at once. It makes it kind of hard to fall asleep at night, really. I'm one of those people who - when you think you're picking apart something in your head you'd think other people would likely think you were absurd to be obsessing over - is probably doing that exact thing at that exact same moment or a moment akin to that exact moment.

Yeah. One of those.

That I'm probably a little too sentimental. That's what my practical side keeps trying to tell me anyway.

You, after reading what you have read, still feel the compulsion to do so.

*Preferably not for anything romantic or sexual, though. As that will only end in an unnecessary and silent rejection, and I don't particularly enjoy feeling like a douchebag for no reason. Sorry, ladies and gents, for I am as taken as it gets.

"Comme on fait son lit on se couche."