According to a plethora of MDs and PHDs, I am mentally handicapped, mentally ill, and certifiably brain damaged. (in other words, autistic.) If I make no sense to you, those are probably why; or you could just be stupid.
I am also eligible for Mensa.
Hmmm...What else? Music=life & love. I listen to anything and everything and don't care if you like it or not. I also (try to) write fanfiction, although most of is so shitty I don't even bother trying to post it. I am obsessed (yes obsessed)with Pata from X-Japan and Ra:IN and squeal like a fucking idiot at every little insignificant thing that man does or will do, ever. I love a good story more than anything, no matter what form it comes in, whether it be a big damn leather-bound book or a random drunk guy rambling on about the weird shit that happened to him Friday night. I love alcoholic beverages (though I am somewhat picky), but I hate being drunk. I am entirely too interested in clothes right now, especially those of the anachronistic persuasion. I am in love with archaic notion of a gentleman, and I fucking adore steampunk.