It's hard to condense myself into a tiny little box. I love everything and nothing. I paint to make things go away. I sit in grocery store eisles, and eat ice cream for breakfast. I sing with the windows down, and cry with them up. I've known love, I've known loss, and I've known a girl named Petunia. I wish I could say that I love to work out, but the idea of sweating and not feeling any pleasure just doesn't appeal to me. I feel that my body is a temple, and my tattoos are the wallpaper. I can cook better than anyone I know. I can also eat better than anyone I know. I don't like eggplant, or any other food that's pretending to be something else. I used to live in England, I miss it more than I miss an old family pet. I'm a very passionate person who lives in a small town where no one appreciates my creative, whimsical, albeit....squishy self. I'm looking for anyone who will listen to what I have to say and hold my hand during scary movies. If you're out there....don't be shy. I've been waiting for you for far too long. Semantics will do you no good now. Looking For: I don't think you can really say, "This is what I want in a partner" and hope that the computer will pop out a perfect match. I'm looking for someone who is willing to learn more about me, and willing to let me learn more about them. We don't have to have much in common, I would just like the to be open.