age: 30 (May 07, 1982)

MEMBER SINCE: November 2004

occupation: mcwage slave shift manager

stats: handsome man

sign: This bar is off limits to republicans

makes me sad: cops of any kind, even the so called cool ones... i've never met one. idiot monkey bastard douch bag texan pig fuckers who are in the business of oil and 'defense' and start wars in countries with oil to stuff their already bulging pockets with more dirty money... especially when one of those friends i mentioned above was basically conscripted to fight in one of those wars. He'd better make it home... or else

fantasy: i'm boarded up in an easily defendable posistion, automatic shot gun in hands, a shit ton on shells, waiting for the zombies to come. and when they finally get me i hope i'm cognizant enough to enjoy stalking down the living and eating thier brains... because what the point of being a zombie if you can't really enjoy eating a brain?

gets me hot: that spot where the angle of the jaw and neck connect... i don't know why, i used to cringe at the mere idea of anything touching my neck... but now, a little attention there and i start thinking with the wrong head.

crush: a cute little punk rock girl of legal age but whom i will probably end up regretting i ever knew... knowing my luck

most humbling moment: i pretty much have no shame, and it's getting worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) as i get older