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Some people might call me a lone wolf, though I find this metaphor far too broad to accurately provide a pin-point description of who I am. I'm more of a lone mollusk in that I have a hard outer shell (symbolic of my social anxiety and shy nature) that must be jabbed at with a prawn fork (symbolic of engaging questions) and cracked open with a vice (symbolic of thoughtful gifts and tokens of friendship) for me to really open up to you. I have never had a liking for any music besides the works of composer Ettienne Farvier Danglien’s third compilation of classical parodies which includes my personal favorite, Beethoven’s 5th symphony played by the Olevert Elementary School kazoo club. I’m allergic to a number of elements and have sneezing fits in all four seasons. Doctors tell me that its highly improbable for anyone to contract hives from nylon but I still refuse to wear wind-breakers of any kind. Corrective lenses were no longer an option for me in the summer of 94, when my vision test scores dropped 6.25 points between physicals, (physicals are a routine biannual event due to God's meager-at-best attempt to give me an immune system) making any corrective lens of that strength far too thick to comfortably fit behind my sensitive eyelids. The cause of my sight impairment: clocking a daily average of seven hours on a Sega CD console hooked up to a 15" Zenith television with no degauss or sharpness dials. Every game played = red-stained blur that The process of elimination proved useful in anticipating the coming of spike pits and enemies. Some might call me a party animal but I have yet to meet these people. I enjoy photography but I rarely find the need to step outside my one bedroom apartment. Therefore I simply take pictures of my cats (sometimes my neighbor's cats when she's feeling friendly and lends them to me), upload them onto my computer and distort their faces beyond recognition so they look like they’re experiencing some kind of human emotion, an emotion I know they are utterly incapable of feeling, i.e grumpy, joyous, melancholy, etc. The 'creme de la creme' are sent to an independent gift card publisher who prints the sickly images onto stiff glazed paper and markets them in the “Just Because” section on the gift card rack that may or may not be at your local CVS.Also I'm a Taurus.