age: 29 (Apr 11, 1983)

MEMBER SINCE: August 2010

occupation: Rather preoccupied with preventing myself from becoming engulfed by havoc.

body mods: Shifting piercings, a couple tatts, many more of both to come.

sign: Things I perpetually ignore in order to keep crashing throug

heroes: Megan Fox's body parts.

crush: Megan Fox.

gets me hot: Intelligence.

most humbling moment: Eeeek. I've got mortifying shit stories for days. Mostly stories which will ensure that I don't get laid for the entirety of my existence.

into: Mark Twain; prison if my track record speaks for itself; pretty faces attached to unusually intelligent, creative minds; Remedios Varo; quantum physics; those few individuals who are notably unique and arouse my intrigue

makes me sad: The thought of wasting life- laid out on my death bed with unparalleled agony knowing that I was given a few short years and wholly wasted them away for petty reasons

makes me happy: Pigeons- fat, feathered football shaped creatures teetering about on improbably small legs, head incessantly banging to the beat of their own internal death metal band, smugly shitting on unsuspecting, disgusted individuals and on clean cars at every opportunity. Tell me there's anything better.

i lost my virginity: To a guy in a dress and makeup. Probably should have had more of an inkling toward my intrinsic sexuality at that point. It evaded me for quite some time thereafter.