it was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and i hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. the waiter brought it and i took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write. -hemingway

Ok, so I write poetry, fiddle around with theater and film arts, am obsessed with Williams, MacDonald, and Lewis, have a love/hate relationship with modern America and a wierd affinity for Catholicism, attend an Anglican church, and cross myself (I don't care who's looking anymore) . . . Ora pro me ;-) Notice I don't say anything about the existence/nonexistence of my superior cookingcleaningsewingbabysittingmacrameknottying skills. I don't believe in putting personal ads on the internet, you see ;-P

not much to say about me really

when i look in your eyes... (i don't want to stop)