Yeah, it is hard to beleive we ever traded sincere sneers. However, in the short time I've really known her, I've come to understand how much I've been missing. A whole new perspective through a whole new pair of eyes and a mind that is different than mine. It always amazes me how she vacillates between the long-sighted wise woman and a girly girl. She's one of the few people who can understand what it's like at certain times of the day and night, when you're emoting and can't put it into words. Or just a video game craving a 3 a.m.

In any event, should you be so lucky as to befriend her, take care that you do not get lost in her depth. Then again, you won't get far if you're not deep enough already.

i would shout it from the rooftops: she is the kind of girl i would be after...she has feet that send shivers up my spine when she stomps them and a way of loving people with just the right combination of "i wont take any shit but i will be with you no matter what" and that is damn rare...
windi is one of the few people i would choose to walk behind me or stand beside me in a dark tunnel of unlove...
she is grounded in a deep and scary way, but still manages to find time (and coffee) for her friends, cats, daisy and everything new orleans...

Windi is scary nifty. She makes pretty pictures of which I'm very jealous. She's quiet, considerate, and laid back unless you're going slow in her driving lane then Holy Kanoli run for your life!!! She appreciates the finer things in life and also the small seemingly insignificant things. She can keep house plants alive. She's the only one I know that would have a goofy little daschund for an evil minion, but that's just the way she is....an equal oportunity employer and friend. Sometimes I think all the nice sweet stuff about her is just an act, but then she looks at me with those crazy eyes and I black out....

Windi is a flamenco booty shaking, coffee and milk drinking, clove cigarette smoking, johnny depp lovin', reading, movie watchin, devil worshipping, dachschund owning, artist who is really a softie in combat boots. She tolerated living with me for 5 years despite the chickens, guinea pigs, snoring, orange curtains, slash posters, cough syrup, Nancy, lava lamps, and horrid sex tales. She made me love New orleans and that would get her directly to heaven, if it wasn't for all the damn devil worshipping.