I love Brazilian jazz and strong latin or European style coffees. My favorite blend to drink is Cafe du Monde's coffee with chicory, which I get the shakes for like a crackhead does for rocks. I consume red wine in large amounts, preferably from Chile, France, Italy, and Australia. Cabernet Sauvignon and Pinot Noir are the varietals of choice, but I'm not too choicey and will drink most reds. My best friend and confidante is named Cat. Besides my immediate family, I trust no one else but her. Cat truly gets me, in spite of all of my idiosyncrasies, and I love her for it. I love my family and have come to the realization that, no, I'm not adopted. I'm just weird and lost in the vast abyss between space and time, having landed smack dab in the middle. I can be quite intense with a propensity for moodiness. I do love laughing out loud, however, and dislike being in a bad mood. I've never been on meds. I've never done drugs. I love to read. My favorite poet is Saul Williams I think I was a gay man in a former life. My favorites sounds are clickety-clack footsteps and loud, raucous laughter. The obnoxious kind that emits snorts and choking coughs. I also like the whirring, sllllluuuuurp sound of espresso machines. I watch pretentious French films and refuse to go to your standard movie theatre to watch mediocre Hollywood fare. When I was thirteen years-old, I used to be obssessed with all things London, until I told my mother what it costs to own a tele there... and she shrugged indifferently and muttered, "oh." I hate meat. I don't care for its taste or texture. I do love Salmon though... and tomatoes, Nutella, bananas, asparagus, and goat cheese. I like my martinis dirty, made with Grey Goose or Ketel One. I used to like the olives smeared with Roquefort cheese, 'til the waitress at my favorite dive told me they use Blue cheese now. I am nocturnal and wont realize I'm tired until I turn off my bedside lamp, and my head hits the pillow with a soft thud. I cannot sleep without a bra on. I need to be wearing one at all times. I can't sleep wearing panties under my jammies. I've considered bringing a flask to work, because my immediate supervisor makes me ill. Sometimes I get dream-lost, and I imagine my fist going through her glasses... shattering the lenses 'til they form a web-like shape. I like dark chocolate and caramel. Coffee ice cream makes me happy. I tend to overspend in The Body Shop. I live smack dab in the city, downtown... sans the sex. I loathe the sound of Harleys and the obnoxious bikers who ride up and down the city streets late at night, revving those fucking loud engines. I also dislike the sound of "whoooooo hooooo!!!" the drunkards yell in my building's courtyard after 2am, as they're returning home from boozing and partying. Country music sickens me. I still love the songs, "Pass the Dutchie" by Musical Youth and "Rapture" by Blondie. I can listen to each song ad nauseam. I miss the 80's. About 2 years ago, I secretly downloaded 2 Debbie Gibson songs off of Morpheus, and burned them onto a mixed CD. I loathe insecure, depressed men with excessive loads of baggage, who whine and complain about themselves incessantly. I don't like conceit. Particularly if the perp isn't all that attractive. I have no patience for wishy washiness. I have no patience for liars. I don't like pretense. I inadvertently made out heavily with a middle-aged, married man... and I regret it 'til this day! I can't, for the life of me, verbalize the word titties. I can write it though. For some reason, the term fish-fingers, makes me laugh. I am love-ridden, and at times I pretend not to be. I found out dating men who are much older than myself (like 15-20 years my senior) was a fucking farce and it was useless. They are just as fucked up as my peers... worse, because they can be condescending. I loathe bullies. I like my breasts, and sometimes I sneak peeks at other's women's breasts. I love to eat Kashi cereals with cold milk. I do not like long walks on the beach, because I dislike beaches. I love to shave. I'm obssessed with exfoliating and moisturizing. I wear a lot of shiny lip glosses. When I die, I'd like to be cremated with a pot of Sephora gloss. I love to kiss hard and passionately. Gently biting lower lip and sucking on tongue. I'm quite complex. I have an intense love for la dolce vita and joie de vivre. I don't care... I do care... I'm conflicted... I love the way my mother smells. I used to sniff her gowns, inhaling the spicy scent of eau de parfum. Then I'd sneak and use some, to her chagrin. Sometimes when I've run out of food, I take the bus all the way to her house while she's at work (I still have the keys), and I swipe cans of olives, tuna, cheeses, and such. Don't assume the rest... just ask.