I like nearly any type of music, and am always willing to explore more genres!

Enjoys writing: really I like to write about anything. Well, depends on my mood. I'm not really good, but that doesn't matter.

i also watch WAY TO MUCH TV, but I still find time to read all the wonderful stories.* yawns*

Favorite Tv shows: Dexter, Law & Order SVU, All My Children, Supernatural, Charmed, Batman, Spider-Man, and so many more...its just so hard to chose only one. *o*

i love anime/ manga. I haven't meet one I don't like, some of my favs are Secki Ichi Hatsukoi, DeathNote, Bleach,JunjoRomantica,Naruto, High School of the Dead (scars the crap out of me, cuz me and zombies don't mix well but I love it anyway.) ...

I LOVE DRAMA. Enough is NEVER enough for me.

Did I mention soap operas are my bread and butter, there so fun. also unlike most shows where you have to wait a week to see them, they come on every weekday. Yay!

I am also an EXTREME perfectionist. Even if I have type-o's. They kill me slowly on the inside.

i try to remain open minded, I will always try something before I say I hate it.

if anyone has a question for me, feel free to PM. Vile comments with be ignore and/or deleted.

Dislikes:

ZOMBIES ( really I dislike, detest, and despise them, and those are just the D words.)

Pessimists

Writers Block ( it burns)

Boredom

Likes:

Drawing

Music

Animals

Learning

imperfect:
yes i am not perfect.
i yell
I'm moody
i come off as a scary/angry person
i do things that the world itself deems weird
to the them,
i look strong
indifferent
unfazed
heartless
a monster
but really,
i get sensitive
(that's why i lash out)
i worry
(but quickly hide it)
i say nothing
(to keep people away)
i cry
(But wipe the tears away)
i don't trust well
(because i get too attached)
i push away
(because i don't want to get hurt)
yes i'm not perfect
in any way or form
but that's the beauty of me
because im nothing but
imperfec

Darwin, Rolling Over

The first quail came hungry

in summer. How quickly the pair

plumped on cultivated night

crawlers, snow peas and raspberries.

We saw them build

beneath the yarrow, watched

them tend their hatchlings,

noticed how frost thinned

the covey. Still, two became eight.

Became thirty. More.

The cats might have culled

the flock, but we kept

our tabbies inside, sequestered

from predators like paparazzi

wary monks. Jackrabbits

had also deserted the sage, in favor

of garden bounty, pursued

by coyotes, slothful gourmands

who found easier meals in trash

can pate and cream

fattened feline tartare.

Perhaps the dogs could

have prevented their nocturnal

patrol, but our papered spaniels

were easy targets

for ticks and briars.

Bathed in oatmeal shampoo,

coiffed to feathered silk,

they lounged on leather

sofa cushions, slept in pillowed

crates, dreaming of swimming

pools, tennis balls.

Now, when winter night snaps

too hard, the quail, countless, leave

evidence of their moonless

nesting on the hot tub cover.

Come morning, they shake

warm tails, forage beneath

the well-stocked bird feeder, heedless

of cats, yawning and posturing

at the French doors, or dogs,

listening to the purr

of the coffee maker, knowing

the can opener’s promise

routinely follows.

Believe what you will

about Darwinian theory,

it is not natural

selection, but rather extraordinary

adaptation that will save—

or doom—what remains.

Ellen Hospins

Hey peeps. It means the world to me if you guys read my work and even more if you enjoy it. Please understand between writers block and just life that sometimes I post a lot and others none at all. I simply ask that you be patient with me. I deeply appreciate it. Thanks :)