Every day I pray to Bob Dylan and rock out to Sly Stone, LOVE with Arthur Lee and Danny Whitten-era Crazy Horse. I love the music that I love and I love it well. Not that this is my sole defining experience of life, or maybe it is, but I just could not get through the day without Dylan, Fred Neil, Bruce, Janis, Etta, Ella, Love with Arthur Lee, Patti Smith, Ramblin' Jack Elliott, Neil Young, Aretha, The Marvelous Marvelettes or Nina Simone, among many-too-many-to-name others. I'm a rock snob, but not any other kind of snob. That's my only point of snobbery. Other than my rock snobbery, I'm a total sweetheart.
By nature and by diligence, I have maintained a little girl soul. A weird little girl. I love unmarked white vans with tinted windows, boxes of newborn puppies and free candy... But really, I collect dolls and toys, children's books, comics, rainbow-colored knee-socks and other such dress-up stuff like that... I do own rollerskates and a lively dollhouse and live in a world of imagination and fantasy. I'm a little girl at heart who still sees the world with the eyes of a child, who plays and daydreams about being smiled at sideways...
Addicted to stand-up comedy free shows, thrift shopping, coffee, beer-houses that play accordian, zither. Animals are my peeps, I mostly date for the comedic material, and I don't know how the heck I wound up on here, but it sure would be nice to meet you. .. I'm looking for a relationship, or friends, not dates, I don't think of these first meetings as dates at all. But upon the first meeting, if I like you, and you like me, what I am after is either a friend or a really real (if reality exists) relationship. I'm not uber-romantic, but, old-fashioned in certain ways; like If we go out a gaggle of times and get all, ya know, fondlesome, you shall change your relationship status on Facebook ("It's Complicated: will suffice...) and I shall call off the engagement to my cat. You know, according to long-standing convention.
The main thing is that we really Get each other. What does that mean? I don't know what that means. I guess that means, for me, that you don't just tolerate finding little doll shoes everywhere, you ADORE it, and you adore me, all of me, even the messy, inconvenient parts, and no matter how many people are in the room, only the two of us are truly in on the joke, whatever the joke is... Possibly it's the Aristocrats... . I just wanna talk to you about things I and you struggle with, things you and I find joy in, and share all our crazy funnysad stories, and we can relax with each other, get excited with each other, find the thing with each other that only the two of us, and maybe a few sister-wives, truly understand. . . AND you want it to last, you don't want it to end when you or i start to care too much.
All o' That being said, my brother Josh died very recently and that fact is changing me daily. So, I don't know who I will be, all of this may evaporate, except for the eternal part, which does not have nipples. I love my brother, I'm unconvinced that anyone else could really fathom the deeps and darks of this love . Without him, ... there is no without him, there is no Annie without Josh. But there is, and I'm learning that. So, that's my life right now. I've also put on some post-death weight. I blame that on Josh and ask him every day to use his dead guy superpowers to give me my old body back. . . sans thy new 13ish lbs. I think I was trying to grow a new Josh, but he was really, really tall. . . And, you know, I'm thinking about things I never thought about before, like my soul, and the afterlife, and, are psychic Mediums for real or are they just fancy schizophrenics? My life, my world, is becoming something larger, more all-encompassing. Also, I think I may be becoming a Buddhist. But i doubt that'll stick.