into: myself to an unhealthy degree, Mr Jesup and Candide the best cats in the world, playstation in the bean bag chair, smokin bowls, drinking overpriced coffee, camping out in the coffeehouse and scowling at everyone, muscle cars of the late sixties to mid seventies (late seventies when it comes to Vettes), driving too fast in my old Mustang (66 Baby!) playing bass, being an incendiary little fuck

makes me happy: Your standard sex, drugs, rock and roll. I must have at least two of the three readily available at all times.

makes me sad: I don't get sad. I get even. Or something like that...

5 things i can't live without: coffee. NPR. coffee. the little round thing that goes in the middle of seven inch records. and, um, coffee.

vices: Oh god, there isn't enough time in the world.

occupation: ...involved with this and that, everywhere the action's at

current crush: Now Hiring

stats: elitist fuck

body mods: One tattoo in the small of my back, both ears three times, three cartilage in my left ear, industrial in my right, one navel, one nipple. So that makes an even dozen. Need more tattoos...

gets me hot: my rock star boyfriend, fast old cars, boys in boots, girls in black, chipped nail polish, people who are smarter than the average bear...

favorite position: well, there are certain things that need to be considered...location, time constraints, number of participants...

fantasy: Nancy Drew in the haunted mansion...Bijou dyes her hair blue, pins me down and calls me Clover...Bernard Georges passes the Throwing Muses torch to me...to be on the cover of High Times magazine...to never grow up...

sign: Taste the Slacker Hate

most humbling moment: Humbling moment? You must not know me very well...

i lost my virginity: and then successfully repressed the memory,