General Information

Main blog:YouOnlyLiveTwice
Birthday:November 16th 1985
Education:High school, Some college
Race/lineage:White / Caucasian
Location:United States, California


Height:5' 8" (173 cm)
Vision:No assisted eyewear
Hair Color:Brown
Hair Style:Straight - Medium
Skin Tone:Light
Best Feature:Eyes
Clothing Pref.:Business - Casual
Tattoo Info:ouch
Piercing Info:double ouch.

Personal Information

Relationship Status:Single - Never Married
Family Info:Mom, Dad, 2 younger sisters....
Sexual Preference:Straight/Heterosexual
Astrological Sign:Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21)
Smoking:No Way
Liquor:Social drinker. One or two
Biography/About:I like long walks on the... oh wait. Wrong website. I enjoy writing in my spare time, when inspiration is on my side. I like
Likes:Warmth; dressing up; getting my hair cut; comfy pants; high heels; diamonds; cooking; challenging conversation; realistic thinking; people who can admit mistakes; my cat; blue eyes; men in uniform; Washington DC; Brit Hume; College football; politics; bows; polka dots;
Dislikes:my hands; my skin; people that whine; intellectually dishonest people; Michael Moore talking points; ...hm oh yeah Michael Moore; cleaning;
Interests:Shakespeare, Politics, Writing,

Personal Favorites

People/Heroes:Margaret Thatcher, Queen Elizabeth I, My family
Books:Statecraft- Margaret Thatcher, The Great Gatsby- F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise- F. Scott Fitzgerald, Term Limits- Vince Flynn,
Authors:William Shakespeare, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Vince Flynn, Angela P. Markham,
Music Genres:Quite a range, actually. See Below for a better feel.
Bands/Artists:Goo Goo Dolls, Lifehouse, Bach, Sarah McLachlan, Hans Zimmer, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Our Lady Peace, 3 Doors Down
Albums/CDs:Dizzy up the Girl- Goo Goo Dolls, Stanley Climbfall- Lifehouse, No Name Face- Lifehouse, Gladiator Soundtrack, The Essential Etta James,
Songs:Be Like That- Three Doors Down, Iris- Goo Goo Dolls, Everything- Lifehouse, I Miss You- Incubus, Theme from Romeo+Juliet, Learn to Fly- Foo Fighters, Mambo Italiano- Dean Martin, Fly Me to the Moon- Frank Sinatra, Sick Cycle Carousel- Lifehouse, Brown Eyed Girl- Van Morrison, Suite No. 1 in G Major- Bach, Right Here- Staind
TV Shows:The West Wing, CSI (the real one, Las Vegas), Special Report With Brit Hume, ...cause I'm that awesome.
Movies:Romeo + Juliet, Meet Joe Black, Casablanca, Moulin Rouge, Elizabeth, Gattaca, A Beautiful Mind, Black Hawk Down, Dead Poet's Society, Gladiator, The Patriot, Shakespeare in Love Moonstruck, Ocean's 11, Something's Gotta Give, Pride and Prejudice, Phantom of the Opera, Bridget Jones' Diary, Sense and Sensibility,
Actors:Cate Blanchet, Brad Pitt, Russell Crowe, Kevin Kline, Edward Norton, Alan Rickman, Colin Firth, Allison Janney, Sean Connery,
Pets/Animals:My kitty cat Missy
Food:Dark Chocolate, Thai food, Cheese anything, homemade Italian,
Drink:water, diet pepsi, bacardi and diet,
Quotes:"Remember who you are. Do not be afraid of them."-Elizabeth, "What do I do now? Am I to be made of stone? Must I be touched by nothing?"-Elizabeth,

Four Most Recent Entries

All This Feels Strange and Untrue
"Where are you?" The thorns, at the very least, imprinted themselves into my feet as I walked. At the very worst, they buried inside my high heeled callused heel. One sandal had previously lodged itself into the muddied river bank and was now in my hand, broken -- a semi-failed attempt at retrieving it. There was no choice but to keep going. There was no path amongst the shrubs, ivy and wild green abandon-- only the hint of one as he made his way through it all in front of me. It seemed like minutes since I'd seen him, he had gotten so far ahead. We turned often, losing track of each other...
Sand & Smiles
Seeing you, even doing something as mundane as running your tongue over chapped lips brought me such an easily given bliss. Sometimes it feels like I'll never feel that bliss, but you hand it out as if it were leftovers.To see you there, still in one piece. That same giving smile, though a little hardened. Same gray blue eyes smiling at me. It was you and you know how much I hate to be reminded of us when you're so far away from me. So unsafe. If I thought about that too much, I'd go crazy. Instead I think about how go from day to day. How I'm insanely lucky to have you in my life, even...
Still, you don't regret a single day
Given time, I could have fallen. (I always do.) It would have been... Messy. Bloody. Scrapped and skinned knees. But it was anyway, wasn't it? I couldn't have given any more of myself. As it was, there was so little to give. So much wrapped up in someone else. You can't forget that soon. I waded deeply inside your smile and pretended it didn't exist. It was a carpe diem of the worst kind. How I could fall into such selfish wanderings on late nights, on dark streets, my hand in yours? That's the silly riddle. A mystery of epic proportions-- but only when I let myself think...
It's always à bientôt, never adieu.
Only out of vice, confusion or lack of understanding have I always been coerced to write. I say coerced, because it is no longer characterized as an urge or desire. Compelled, is more succinct way to put it. It comes and goes, like the inevitable ups and downs I am thrust into. The ups don't seek my permission any more than when the downs delight in ravishing over my shouting to cease. And still, we're left with chaos. The laundry isn't done. The whirring absent. to He doesn't love me any more. The phone doesn't ring. Even amongst the daily monotony, the complete and utter...

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