I've been successfully divorced for 2 years now. I love movies (I'm not as good as I used to be at recalling facts, but I still know more than the average person, so people still call me "the Human IMDb") and I'm open to seeing anything at least once (even the films of Michael Bay! *shudder*) but I've been told I'm a bit of a Film Buff Snob at times.

I love reading, writing (mostly bad poetry, and stories that have no endings or believable shenanigans). I'm a Jackass with occasional wit and much sarcasm. I like going to comic book conventions and getting different artists to do sketches in one of my sketchbooks. I'm a gigantic, ginormous, hugantic nerd and bookworm. Always have been and always will be.

I'm fiercely loyal to my family and friends. I'm a self-described Apathetic Agnostic and "follow" the Pastafarian way of life. I openly mock organized religion both because I think religion is silly and hilarious and because if I didn't laugh at it, I'd probably cry. That being said, I DO believe and know that every religion has it's good points, and that there are some very beautiful things about religions. It's the dogma I usually have problems with.

I love sandwiches and Legos and poking dead things with a stick. I love to laugh and love to make people laugh even more. I can't dance to save my life, and I don't care to learn. Dancing holds no excitement for me.

I have ADD and an anxiety disorder. I'm always wrong, even when I'm right. I'm 20 pounds or so overweight. I'm a self-diagnosed chronic depressive and OCD. I am a hopeful pessimist. I'm sweaty. I like to blame the meds I take on a daily basis (none are anti-psychotics!) for causing my sweatiness. I like to sell myself short, like Bridget at the Bunny Ranch. If you got the lyric reference, you deserve a cookie.

I like the colors red, black, and purple (because all cool people like me n Mr. Samuel L. Jackson, love purple!) I'm a homebody, so parties scare me, as do large crowds in general. I hate rollercoasters, but promise me something in return and I'll see what I can do. I have the body of a man, and the emotions of a woman... a very hysterical woman (meaning, my parents raised me to be a bit of a wussy). I am an introvert, but I have my moments of extroverticity (my own word!), I just have to feel comfortable with ya.

I curse like a sailor (not that I know any sailors, living where I live and all.... I just imagine I curse like they would.) I get distracted easily. Especially by squirrels and women-folk and shiny objects. I've probably repeated myself a few times within this section, but that's gonna happen when you're me. I do apologize for any and all repetitions. I'm not perfect. Hell, my family often claims that I am not even of this world. I say, "you mean like Jesus?" and they say, "no, like alien from another planet "and I say, "oh.... okay."