I've been told I'm intimidating, though I really don't know why.
I love animals. Except monkeys. They freak me out.
I own 3 cats, a snake, and a horse. I'm starting a zoo.
Horror movies are my life blood.
I talk to inanimate objects. They usually don't talk back.
I live for hockey season. I <3 the Flyers.
I hate to cook, but all I ever watch on tv is food network.
I am ridiculously stubborn. Blame genetics.
I love to dance, though i apparently only have one move.
I also love to sing, but mostly in my car. Really loudly.
I dream of traveling the world. Who doesn't.
I would really like to own a billy-bumbler, though I fear they don't exist.
I'm a sucker for sappy romance novels.
If there is a zombie apocalypse, I'm probably your best bet for survival. But if its a robot apocalypse, we're all screwed.
My running shoes have toes.
For some reason my socks rarely ever match.
I sometimes like to use random words just because i like the way they sound. schematics.
I have a bad habit of trying to fix things by hitting them.
I'm pretty much a gypsy. Or a vagabond. Whichever term you prefer. I like gypsy. Their clothes are more fun.
I'm extremely clumsy. It usually makes the day more interesting. Though slightly painful.

I am abrasive, sarcastic, and slightly delusional

My horse is a problem child... so I'm quite often up at the barn pretending to be a horse whisperer.

When I can find the time to squeeze it in... hiking, running, mountain biking. There really should be more time in the day.

I spend my time flitting between the notion that I'm young and I have plenty of time to figure out my life, and on the other hand, that you never know what will happen tomorrow so you better make today worth it. It's like having a split personality. I've been told that I need to get my shit together, but really I like changing my mind about what I want in life. It keeps things interesting.

Bullshitting my way through tough situations, getting stuck in a book rather then getting things done, acquiring animals that no one else wants, hurting myself in strange and incomprehensible ways, never managing to talk quietly enough when I'm making fun of someone within hearing range, and apparently ripping my pants... why do all of my jeans have holes in them??!

I'm always laughing.

And generally, I'm always falling down. I've been likened to a baby giraffe... long legs, very little coordination.

Books: I'm horribly obsessed with Stephen King. And by obsessed I mean I have a tattoo from one of his books. And I read just about everything else... fantasy, horror, romance, mystery, etc.

Movies: I don't think I have a favorite. Or, if I do, it changes randomly. I watch too many movies to have a constant favorite. I will complain about Netflix's price increases... but I will continue to pay.

TV: My TV habits are more related to what I find on netflix then what's on TV... Doctor Who, Torchwood, Firefly, Dexter, Farscape, etc.

Music: I listen to a little of everything. And yes I mean that... with the exception of polka.

Food: I'm kind of a recovering vegetarian.

My animals... all 5 of them.
Jokes about how t-rex has short arms... I mean really how can that not be hilarious.
Used books... I much prefer my books to be aged.
Free samples... I always get asked why everything I own is in 2oz bottles.
Post-it notes... they pretty much are my short term memory.
Chapstick... I have a mini panic attack without it.

Where I want to be... down the road. Dreams, goals, aspirations... how I'm gonna get there. And sometimes slightly less poignant things... such as ponies and rainbows.

I had to listen to the girl sitting in front of me in a philosophy class complain about how unfair it was that a bouncer wouldn't give her back her fake ID. This is our future. Please stop the planet. I would like to get off.

I don't really have typical nights.

I wrote my college term paper on why Jack the Ripper was good for society. My teacher thought it was brilliant and uses it as an example in all of her classes still.

You are not a serial killer, and have no plans on becoming one.
You can hold an intelligent conversation.
You plan on writing more then "Hey what's up?" This is the internet, not a bar. You have plenty of time to think of something clever, or at least slightly less generic.
You can hold a conversation based on complete nonsense.
You like to randomly break into song and/or dance.
You're not a jerk masquerading as a nice guy.
You're not deathly allergic to any of my animals.
You have at least one interesting story that doesn't begin with "I was really drunk..."
You don't have an urge to take half naked pictures of yourself in the mirror.
You don't regret your past.
You are polite to people even if they don't deserve it.
You actually read this profile and didn't just look at the pictures.