I’ve been called out… or something like that. I’ve been asked to post 7 things about myself… Oddly enough, for someone who talks as much as I do and often uses my life as a subject, focusing on myself for the purpose of sharing is rather difficult. But since Sparticus Wore a Skirt requested and I love his little blog, I shall do my best. And try not to bore those that already know me…
When it comes to road trips, I prefer (see have to and will figure out a way to) to be the one driving. I get car sick really easily, plus I just get frustrated with other peoples driving abilities when it comes to the freeway. I am of the belief that you should always be moving forward… I also think that the left lane is for those who agree, it is not for cruising. I could go on and on but I’d work myself into frustration.
My favorite movie ever (ever, of all time) is The Color Purple. I can probably quote the whole thing word for word and I can most definitely sing “Miss Celie’s Blues”
I have fantastic legs! Probably my best feature. I once had a girl crawl across a bar floor (yuck!!) to get a closer look. Now that’s flattering even for us straight girls.
I love hearts. I love them enough that I have three tattooed on my body at present with plans to have more. They each represent a very powerful presence in my life: on my side is the heart that says seeker of truth… I think that is pretty self explanitory. On the outside of my right arm as the bottom of an eventual sleeve is a huge winged heart with a halo being held up by a set of horns… a friend told me this symbolized me completely and whould draw it everytime she wrote me or gave me anything that was hand written. She said I was the “good one” (and not in a goody-two-shoes way, but in the always be there to take care of you way) but there was a little bit of mischeif there and I think I agree. The last is on the underside of that same arm, it’s a heart bound by wire and dying at the bottom, but the top is pink and perfect. It’s from a drawing on a 1902 album and it’s my brother’s heart (at least it once was, may still be). He has the exact same tattoo in the same spot… it is my favorite as is he. So I had Love and Solidarity scripted around it, love for me, solidarity for him.
I love shoes! (I know you are shocked by this) The reason I started my obsession with shoeas is because my feet don’t change size. I had a bout of thyroid (coupled with evel husband) disorder and had a nice flux in weight. Shoes were always a safe purchase.
I love to sing and don’t even suck at it. But because I’m not cool enough to get away with standing behind the drummer and never talking about myself, keeps me from doing it for real.
While I can’t say I’ve been with the same guy since I was 21… I have waited almost six years for the one I’ve got. Through ugly relationships (for both of us) the flame never died, he waited and watched… I know, gross… but in such a good way!!!
