Rose
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Communications or Media |
| Occupation | Social Media Writer |
| Location | Virginia, United States |
| Introduction | I believe time is on my side. Yes it is. Although it is a lovely institution, I truly believe that marriage isn't for everyone. My daughters will forever be the light of my life, the laughter in my soul. I feel that passive-aggression should be severely punished; a poke in the eye with a sharp stick should do it. And liars? Yes, of course your pants should be on fire. I love Kandinsky, Sylvia Plath, Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, John Irving, Tim Robbins and Muse. I think caramelizing onions correctly is an art form. I wonder if love WILL find a way? Indifference is the dealbreaker. Why if you are happy and you know it, would you ever think about clapping your hands? I write because I think my friends are tired of listening to me. Taking care of your 87 year old father makes you a much better person, whether you want to become one or not. Fried chicken is the best food on earth. Smart girls rock. Sleep is definitely overrated. If not now, when? |
| Interests | writing, reading, politics, music, cooking, Boston Terriers, contemplating the meaning of life, the truth, volunteering, Social Media, PTA |
| Favorite movies | Fearless, Bob Roberts, Cinema Paradiso, Jacob's Ladder, American Beauty, Say Anything, The Manchurian Candidate, Spoorlos(The Vanishing), The Usual Suspects, The Fisher King, The Shawshank Redemption, Reservoir Dogs, Rear Window, The Purple Rose of Cairo, Fargo, Edward Scissorhands |
| Favorite music | Bob Dylan, Tom Petty, Muse, Joan Armatrading, Jimi Hendriks, The Rolling Stones, Nat King Cole, Jackson Browne, Tony Bennett, Diana Krall, Cake, Joni Mitchell |
| Favorite books | The World According to Garp, You remind me of me, Good Night Moon, The Bell Jar, To Kill A Mockingbird, A Widow For One Year, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant, The Dogs of Babel |
What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?
Slather myself in white frosting and pretend to be a blanket. More importantly, why am I hiding in a gingerbread house? Lost in a fairy tale? Cool.