Sept. 17, 2003 - 1:16 p.m.
i love to read. anything i can get my hands on. i'm chronic. i'm the one that reads the back of the cereal box when i'm eating cuz theres nothing else to do. i read mostly fantasy novels now... eq-ish worlds on paper. when i was in high school i read all the fantasy there was in our library.... then went to sci-fi, spent a semester on non-fiction...not so fond of romance novels... unless its the kind with time travel of any sort
i would love to live in mideivel england or ireland or scotland or france. or the old west..... its the clothes...
well the clothes and the uncomplicated gender roles -
as a side note i would -really- love to travel ... someday... i want to see the cathedrals of europe. i love gothic architecture.
i love french, the language. i've tried several times to learn, with limited sucess. never find anyone to talk to, so the little bits and pieces that i learn always seem to fade in a a year or two. i have 2 separater french workbooks at home right now, trying to not forget, this time.
i enjoy board games and card games and chess. i love pictionary, and taboo! is one of my favorites of ALL TIME
i enjoy the energy that gets going in a room when a rowdy card game or table game is going.
i've never played yahtzee
in my house no one likes these kinds of things that i do
i am a chameleon
i will adapt my tastes and interests to suit whomever i am with
i used to be a reasonably good artist. however as with all skills not used, i am rusty now. this makes me sad, because i used to love to create. but you know i am too much of a perfectionist to keep trying when the results dont meet my critical eye
drawing cats and horses was always my favorite. any animal in general would work
i love cats
i love horses
i love the SMELL of horses
i find animals easier to deal with than people. often i much prefer the company of kitties to people. kitties arent critical if i dont feel like leaving the house for months on end other than going to work and home again. plus, they are soft and fuzzy and cute.
know me.
know my soul.
i make casual friends easily. i am friendly and chatty in social situations. i love meeting "staff" people at places i frequent. like the night manager at the grocery store, from india, who waits for me every monday night. and the hostess at the olive garden who used to greet us by name when we walked in every week. and the manager at quik shop, who has had one day off in 4 months, and who ordered me to go home and go to bed when i told her this morning that i hadnt slept
i meet people wherever i go. but i'm not very good at keeping up the casual friendships i form. the sanguine part of my personality; like a certain river, i am a mile wide, but only a foot deep
there are some certain people whom i know and care about more deeply. my very close friends are the ones that i will drop anything to help... i am a life full of good intentions and poor follow through. my best friends mostly forgive me this failing, yet i often feel guilty for not treating them more politely.
i hate to let people down. i have a hard time saying no to anyone who needs my help... or time, or attention. i have a "rescue" complex; i want to save my friends.
from my lover, i want friendship first. i search for a connection of souls. i married my best friend. i prefer to cuddle. to arouse my passion, it is necessary to talk with me. make me feel special and important, and my heart will fill with love... and love will ignite to passion when i look into your eyes and see myself reflected.
i am learning to remember what it feels like to be a complete person on my own. i take my identity from who i am to m'love. sometimes i forget that i exist outside of him. the parts of me that arent important or cherished by him tend to fade from lack of attention.
there is a part of me that is seven years old, and wants someone to love her and take care of her. that little girl is very emotionally vulnerable and doesnt come out very often.... it falls under the category of one of the parts of me that is not appreciated. as i get older, fighting each passing day to not get -old-, i'm seeing that the little parts of me are more important than i thought. so i'm searching for a way to let my inner child [cliché yes, but too true a description for me] find love.
you will never see me the -same- two days in a row. if you can handle all my mood swings, you will never be bored.
know me.
there is so much more that i just dont have time for. walking hand in hand in the moonlight. i love the night over the day. the night is cool and soft, while the day is hard and bright. rainstorms, watching the lighting flash and feeling the thunder rumble in my belly. sitting on a windswept hill top, all alone, slowing my breathing and letting my mind wander to drift with the clouds. the smell of nice men's cologne hanging in the air. physical sensations that i love. my messy housekeeping. how disorganized i am; which clashes with the tendancy toward perfectionism.
old movies in black and white. audrey hepburn. kids movies. cartoons. sappy romantic comedies where the guy gets the girl because it couldnt go any other way. action flicks. TLC. documentaries. Animal Planet. Discovery Channel. HGTV...
i dont know if there is one person that really truly loves ALL of me. not wanting me to change or conform, just to -be-. i have tried for a long time, to ignore the pieces that werent getting attention.