I am who I am. :]
Ok, maybe that just won’t cut it for some of you so here goes:
I’m serious and sensitive. I love to cook and to eat. I find the conversation of interesting and unique people almost as gratifying as a good book. Music speaks to my soul and words make up my very being. I’m always thinking and always learning. I am extremely shy but I’m always wondering. Wondering about what is, what was and what will be. Life fascinates. Slowly and surely I’m learning to love and appreciate the beauty of the moment.
I’m a videogame freak [Final Fantasy VII is my favorte] and I’ll always laugh at a good joke.
There you go.
Oh yeah! You can also find me on MySpace @
http://www.myspace.com/ruinationsdirge
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