My name is Greg. Some people call me Bam Bam, some people call me Greggy, some people call me "Miss Boots"... whatever you want is really okay. My mother is the only person allowed to call me Gregory, so unless you're as fabulous as her, pick something else. I'm starting my last year of college this fall at Fordham University (and no, I don't know what I want to do with my life). This summer I worked at the Fire Island Pines getting the gays fucked up and fed and it was liiiiiiife, but now I'm back in the city. Many of my friends say that before they knew me they were scared of me and my cunty facial expressions and 6'5 frame. After they met me, they realized I was just a bothered white woman, which will happen to anyone with a suburban New Jersey upbringing. I'm only shy until approached; after that I probably won't shut up, so please don't be intimidated. My favorite things include: going out with my boys, the gym, drinking, L rides (the one thing I miss about New Jersey), being bothered, my friends at school, and my nieces Carly and Brooke. I'm really compassionate. Too compassionate sometimes... to the point where I think about characters in movies I saw as a child and still feel bad for them. For example: Sister Mary Robert from Sister Act when she gets pushed out of the moving car and rolls in the middle of the street, Mr. Holland's wife in Mr. Holland's Opus when she screams "I WANNA TALK TO MY SON!", and Bette Midler in the First Wives Club when Sarah Jessica Parker calls her fat. I believe lighting is key in every situation. I'm petrified of escalators and stairs and the possibility of falling down them. I don't like tourists. I don't like people who choose to walk in the middle of the sidewalk at the slowest possible pace, making it impossible to get around them. I don't like people who sit down at a restaurant five minutes before it closes. Don't be fooled, because I may seem like your typical selfish backstabbing slutfaced ho-bag but in reality I'm so much more than that.
