Look, i know that i'm ugly so i really don't need people telling me that they don't know why i put up such an ugly pic, etc...I'm me...either you like me for who i am or you don't. That's purely up toyou. I'm open to meeting new people, making new friends, and maybe even finding someone to date. It would be a nice change from what i'm used to...lol. My #1 passion is music. Music has been my life since the age of 5 and i'm almost 20. My poison?.....the piano. It's an awesome feeling to be able to tickle those ivory keys and coax a smooth, relaxingmelody from the heart and soul of a piano. I just love it. However, I'm working on computers for a living...go figure haha. Another passion of mine is the country, the mountains. It's something about the south that really gets into your blood. I moved up north for a short while and i didn't like it up there - no offense toanyone. But yeah, i'm moving to the city soon and i hate even the thought of it! The country's where my home is and where my heart will always belong. :-) As for other things i enjoy: i enjoy star-gazing, hiking, camping, writing, reading a good book, watching a good movie (but i don't watch too much TV..it's sort of boring), I enjoy snuggling up closein front of the fire with a glass of wine, giving massages, taking care of the one i love (when i find that person), and taking care of and raising animals. I've raised 2 birds, 3 wild rabbits, apossum, a skunk, helped a mare "drop" her colt which is basically give birth, raised a cople chickens, and have also had numerous cats, dogs, cows, and horses. I sometimes work on a farm and it'sAwesome!!! :-D Also, if you take the time to view my pics, please leave me a comment??? I'd like to know what y'all think. :-) Later! Fallen Angel Her eyes displayed the most pure and beautiful anguish, Eating her up inside. Sixteen years old, But she couldn't live another day. Her smile broadcast an invisible cloud of suffering. She cried with tears of magic and wonder. And she cried And cried more. Her sorrow was beautiful, Her happiness fake. He caught her as she tipped towards the edge Of the globe. And just barely grabbed her, Only gently, But he carried her through another day. He put a tender hand around her eaten-up wrist, And looked without fear into her, Lost, Lonely, And once again painfully beautiful eyes. She was battered and broken, Barely there, And only as a spirit, Drifting through this cold world, But making his bearable. He caught her as she fell, Every single time. Hoping, That one day, She might learn to get up on her own