Wow, I feel like I'm salsa dancing -- this looks easy at first, then I realize all I'm doing is shuffling my feet around real fast... Okay. Goals -- in no particular order, though if achieved in order, could possibly cure cancer: find the perfect margarita; organize a gondola race down every canal in Venice (si, Italia); learn to play the drums (an elementary school band instructor once told me I had the lips for the trumpet -- wonder if he's in jail?); work less; volunteer more; volunteer to work less; make like a female private eye/spy (insert cool 70's/80's chick here: Jamie Sommers, Laura Holt, Angels Kelly, Jill, Sabrina, Kris -- but not Tiffany or Julie) to find you. Hmm, except that was pre-internet. Rethinking that.
Who/what am I? A 5'5" Michigander, cute by L.A.'s rigorous standards, a nice girl by international standards, with a playful twinkle in the eyes (a former boyfriend noticed my brother has it too -- total buzzkill). Moved every 2 years between ages 5-18, then landed in L.A. post-college (Notre Dame -- am a sports fan, not freak). Known to have random bizarre things happen to me that become amusing party stories. Consider laughter an instant vacation (someone old school said that). Love my work (I write) though ready to spread the love to animate objects. Am here, so obviously don't have it all figured out yet.
My Ideal Person:
An adventurous nature. Puts the fun in funny. Baseline qualities: decency, honesty, intelligence (book-smarts and/or street-smarts). Thinks of romance as imaginative, not schmaltzy. Doesn't have to be artistic, but can appreciate art. I'd rather be with a guy with big dreams and no money than with no dreams and big money. Alright, not "no money" as in no money... you have to at least make enough to pay your DSL bill, right? Unless you only go online at work... okay, rethinking this too. Moving on.
My most humbling moment
Involves camping, a TBD bite on my thumb (think Black Widow
spider because I did, ) passing out, being hauled away in
an ambulance, landing in the ER at midnight, only to be told
it was a bee sting. Me: "I had no idea that I was allergic to bee stings." Dr: "You're not.
You had a panic attack." Ahh.... the overactive imagination of a writer.
The best or worst lie I've ever told
Would it sound like I'm lying if I said I don't lie?
(Not that I've never lied, but I have no poker face whatsoever.
Like none. For better or for worse, my heart's on my
sleeve.)
If I could be anywhere right now
Paris... or anywhere I've never been before... but
I do love Paris...
Five items I can't live without
Citrus, sunshine, laughter, friends/family, my Iphone
(I know, ended with a whimper, but if you have one, you understand)
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
Filling in the blank; not filling in the blank
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