age: 32 (Aug 08, 1980)

MEMBER SINCE: May 2005

occupation: Military Peon

sign: Right lane must turn right

crush: My naughty girl! You're so naughty!!

gets me hot: Women, man, I dig those gone womens. All shapes and sizes, they're remarkable creatures. But to be more specific- meaningful body art, piercings that are flattering to their form (because dammit, sometimes they're just not), bodacious curves, well-aged women, laugh wrinkles.

makes me happy: Animals at play. Achieving a euphoric state listening to music. Cuddling up against my girl's soft, creamy skin. Anything that resembles giant robots blowing shit up (with the exception of anime on account of insipid plots and dialogue) and make-believe violence in general. Boobies.

stats: 6'1", but I generally hover about three inches off the ground; my astral projection is actually only 5'3" and last I knew, my doppelganger was about yea high...

body mods: I keep my back shaved...ew. And I chipped a tooth once. I'd like to pierce my ears again but due to my Wolverine-esque healing factor and the fact that I can't rock the stud in or out of uniform, I don't foresee that happening soon. I'm waiting for the stars to align so I can get some ink done.

into: About goddamn everything. I like to think of my tender gray matter as a crazed Cyclopean nightmare, a writhing mass of gangling appendages, snatching up every tidbit of what is most likely useless knowledge in the dim hope of one day kicking the living ass out of tigerangel at Trivial Pursuit (or our variation of the game, Drunken Trivial Pursuit).