I should have words to put here, but they escape me. Slippery and inconsistant. It's obnoxious to try and lure them out, you see, they eat and eat and eat, and I have nothing left to give them. Once I get them out, they run away again. I could be a bit mad. Maybe it is the artist in me, or it's just that I am crazy? I want to end all my sentences with "N'est pas". I am 27 and I am originally from Washington State, but I have found myself in Copenhagen Denmark. I still find it odd, and I keep having repeating dreams of going back to Seattle. Maybe one day I will. I am trying to learn to speak and read Danish ack, more words to try and catch) but I am finding it a little difficult. I am a pagan and am insanely in love with music. I've played the violin since I was 12ish and am trying to teach myself the guitar. I love to sing and just sing everything that comes into my head. I am also a writer, despite the constantly escaping words. Did I mention, I am a wee bit mad?

Likes
Music, Reading, Writing, Drawing, Singing, Playing, Dancing, Learning, Spring, Rain, Jasmine, Cats, Violins, Porn, Bondage, Corsets, Platform Porn Shoes, Strippers, Women, Fighting, Laughing, Wiggling, Sex, Fire, Wind, Being a Gemini, Horror Movies, Walking around at 3 am, Stories, Bouncing, Mysteries, Traveling, The Universe.

Favorite Music
Everything: Clasical, Pop, Rock, Techno, Celtic, The stuff I make up in my head. Anything I can dance or sing to.