Thirdly...

Okay first things first... I ran out of space on my profile, I update it to give you a little look into myself, here's the rest that was cut out by stupid blogger.

What I wrote is nonbold but what you missed is in bold.

I like Poker and Dancing in the Round, Dancing with the Stars, watching Star Search on the bed cover from a seedy motel, I like long walks in the desert, sipping a slurpee, short shorts and large triceps, a woman who's played linebacker, the word "ruggger", flannels drenched in drakkar noir, hot tomato soup, spoon feeding the bedridden, basking in anything... but preferably afterglow, the word gonads, walking laps in the mall, thunderstorms in May, shepherds, tassels not shoelaces, reminding people dykes are dams but dykes aren't damned, the LPGA, fleece throw rugs, the smell of the drain at the base of a commune's shower, moonlighting as a security guard but not moonlighting the TV show--poor Addison she needed a more delicate touch, whispers in the dark, butterfly kisses and butterfly nets, fly fishing and fishing flys, shagging flys and the softball players that threw them, haircuts and thick overgrowth, handlebar munchstaches, camelhair shirts and cameltoed pants, delicate flowers, eyeteeth, bad jokes told well and good jokes told badly, first things first and last things last,

truffle snouting and sinnewy women, aussies who say wankers but don't have soul patches except for Joe Hachem I'd almost switch sides for him, swimming in the placid green pools of Vanessa's eyes, matchbox 20, oceanogry, greenpeace but not green pieces although both go hand and hand believe me I've done enough work in malaria laden jungles with strongarmed women and the even stronger armpits of deodarant depleted breeders to know volunteer work is like bandcamp for lesbians and academics and the only thing more popular than a shipment of Right Guard is the shipment of pencillian, Yeats, montages, skylines, Krispy Kreme donuts and creme free donuts, ESPN commericals, candles waning light, legfuzz, organ music, candlelabras, ACDC, cannabis, kangaroo brand shoes and kangaroo skin bras, Bubbleboy, bamboo rafts, walkie-talkies, Waylon Jennings, Frida, fishsticks in honey or fishstench under honey, honey, honesty, pina coladas, Peabo Bryson, cunning linguistics--hum german to me Fraulein, penny operas, Empire Strikes Back (Boo Yah what a rad movie) go Carrie Fischer, backpacking, theme song to Laverne and Shirley or anything tangetially related to Penny Marshall, the Real World Inferno season 2, corning cookware, sandals not the resort but the shoes that aren't shoes who needs laces (I hate them, much prefer tassels), crayfish, Gateway computer boxes, muscle and fitness magazine, the WNBA, cats a lot of them, as James Bond would say Pussy Galore!

I'm only joking in some places but I wanted to be novelle. I'd love to know more about my readers.