If you already know me, then you probably won't fall for any of the self-serving crap I would write about myself here. So do me a favor - if you DO know me, just keep your damned mouth shut and let me have this virtual bullshit version of myself out here in safe Cyberland! Please - can't I at least have that?
My life revolves around music, Family Guy, and All My Children. I've been trying to get into Guitar Hero, maybe it'll help me learn to play my own guitar, a white and black Fender Squier Strat named Baby Norman. I bought an iMac just for GarageBand and I should get around to hooking it up to my keyboard soon...so says the former procrastinator.
OK, so here's something weird. I have a 'thing' for Stewie Griffin. Not just a thing. A SICK thing. Like an 'illegal-in-49-states' kinda thing. Like wanna strap something onto my 16-inch-plush version of him. Its not that he's a baby - it's that he's really a 40-year-old British guy, and it's probably only the accent. And who can resist someone in a jumpsuit with a trap door on the ass?
I had an inflatible boyfriend for a while last year. Took him a few places - to work, in the car, in the bathtub. He even had his own MySpace. Then one day, inflatible boyfriend met my real boyfriend...and my dear, sweet Inflatible Ted was mysteriously found deflated on the floor. Time to call in those hot guys from Law and Order, I smell murder most foul.
I'm currently in the most complicated relationship since the whole Jen/Brad/Angelina triangle. You wouldn't believe it if I told you (message me if you really want to know and it'll blow your mind), but I am making it work because, after 2 years, I'm still so damned in love with the guy. He is my equally bitter and jaded match in every way. And he's politively hilarious.
