I am: a genuine old maid and closet transcendentalist

I know: That I don't know as much as I'd like to know

I have: Three cats as my sole companions

I wish: I had an occupation where I felt needed/wanted/useful, etc...

I hate: Spiders..and moths...and wasps...and cockroaches...and people with rubbish manners or no manners at all.

I make: My own paths to follow.

I miss: my mum who passed on 14th Nov. '05 and whom I loved very much, and my cat, Red--my best pal for 18 years, whom I had to put to sleep on 19th Nov. 2006.

I worry about: My mind and my eyes, 'cos my writing is getting bad--making mistakes I never ever made before, for no apparent reason, and words I had no trouble spelling a year or two ago, I suddenly can't remember how to spell...and, my eyesights getting really rubbish, but I can't afford to see my eye doctor any more (no insurance coverage--and he won't take you without a way to pay your bill).

I fear: homelessness, roller coasters, nightmares, fire, tornadoes, having my electricity shut off in winter, passing out when I'm alone.

I'm not afraid of: Death, heights (much), flying, change, people who are different than me, trying new things, and public speaking

I feel: sad a lot.

I hear: cars going down Glen St., my computer humming, my fingers tapping the keys of the keyboard, Bonnie Prince Charile, 'cos he's snoring.

I smell: tuna fish, 'cos I just at a tuna salad sandwich for my late supper.

I crave: A Hawaiian pizza

I get complimented on: my "working" voice, sometimes my posh clothes.

I get picked on about/for: my looks/body, sometimes my "me" clothes, my lifestyle, for just being, "me."

I search: for ways to improve my writing skills

I wonder: If I'll ever have a future.

I regret: Going to Egypt. If I hadn't gone on that school trip, I would have been home to be with my dad as he was dying, and I would have been there with him the night he died, 'cause I know he was always afraid of dying alone... not being able to put a marker on my mum's grave...not being able to afford finishing my communications degree....putting my cat Red to sleep...too many other things.

I love: my sister and nephew, my far-away yet very dear friends, my pets, Dr Who, writing, horses, being home, learning, helping people, excersizing my creativity, being outdoors, history, antique saddles, doing new things, travel to new places.

I am not: Into trendy stuff at all, or peer pressure.

I believe: That I'm not sure what to believe in, any longer.

I dance: like crap...unless it's disco.

I sing: like crap...but I do it anyways.

I cry: when life just seems totally unbearable.

I don’t always: take very good care of myself.

I fight: for injustice (doesn't everyone?), and to keep from being homeless and hungry.

I write: every single day.

I win: Sometimes.

I lose: more often than not.

I never: want to do drugs.

I always: try to be courteous.

I confuse: myself and a lot of other people 'cos I'm an idiot, ha-ha.

I listen: to music every day.

I can usually be found: in front of my computer, keyboarding away, or sitting up in bed, reading a book.

I am scared: Of any more bad stuff happening to me.

I need: help?

I am happy about: having such lovely friends!

I am unhappy about: My life coming to a standstill for a long time, and knowing I'm going to spend the rest of my life alone, and living at or near the poverty level, having to drop out of college...and lots of other things, I guess.

I really like: Doctor Who, pizza, being around nature, horses, the theatre, blogging, going for a drive in a car (I know, I know, carbon footprint, yadda-yadda-yadda, but I don't own a car anymore, so, who cares?), books, good music on a rainy night/day, sunsets/sunrises, good conversation.

I would like to be famous for: I don't care about being famous, but I suppose maybe for voice work or my writing, if I had to say something.

I imagine: what Dr Who series 5 will be like, ha-ha!

I care about: Poverty, the environment, equality, animals, sick and emotionally ill people, the arts, learning.