age: 45 (Feb 26, 1968)

MEMBER SINCE: April 2004

occupation: Marketing Master of Palatial Estates

fantasy: retirement

sign: no outlet

gets me hot: perfect days and quiet nights (and a kick ass game of Super Scrabble)

heroes: all my heroes have died tragic deaths

stats: old enough to know better

makes me happy: Chanel, Shoes, Vinyl (the kind that goes on a turntable not an ass) Sunday Mornings, Massive Snark Attacks, Cloud Formations, Chaos Theory, Henry Rollins, The Onion, Louis CK, Sarcasm, Biting Wit, Butterflies, Blinding Intelligence, Creativity, Being Put in My Place

i lost my virginity: it was a case of mistaken identity

body mods: pierced...tattoed...whatever

makes me sad: Humidity, Preconceived Notions of the Ill Informed Kind, Over-Sized Umbrellas, Potholes, Speed Bumps, Septa, Dudes/Douche Honkies, I-25, Morrisey (in a please fucking fall of the earth sort of way) Twat Monkeys, Anyone Under the Age of 40, People who Weave Erratically in Front of Me While Driving and Talking on their God-damned Cell Phones

into: The City from Which I Come, The City in Which I Live, My Children, Running through Fountains, Crossing Against the Light, Redefining Societal Guidelines, Day of the Dead, Moonlight, Crickets Chirping, Weeping Willows, Cheesecake