Location: Central Colorado, and then a week from Thursday, South-Western Colorado.

Occupation: Er...bum.

Height: Six foot, about. Slouchy, though.

Weight: 170-ish, or so.

Eye color: They sort-of change, but they're a little more blue now.

Hair color: PURPLE, GODDAMMIT! Okay, well, it's a warm, somewhat natural red. My hair sucks.

Current attire: Tie-dye shirt, black hair tye, Black Hanes briefs. Hey, it was a long day.

Current make-up: Iridescent rouge, sixty-two shades of eye shadow and...nothing at all, actually.

Current taste: Bad Icky Breath Taste. I'm hungry.

Current hairstyle: The 'Tailed Mushroom'.

Current annoyance: Hunger.

Current smell: Icky Smelly Food-Less Breath.

Current longing: Curry.

Current thing I ought to be doing: Curry.

Current desktop picture: Fish Heads. It took one glance for my sibs to identify the errors in the lyrics. Oh well.

Current book: The Truth, Terry Pratchett.

Current dvd/video in player: UHF. WEIRD AL, MAAAAN! I don't know why I resemble him so much. O.o

Current color of toenails: Natural.

Current refreshment: None. I'm defreshed.

Current worry: That I'll die loveless and alone in a cold and indifferent universe, the few mortal memories of me perishing under the weight of the sands of time. And submersible chickens.

Last person...

You touched? My Dad. I brushed his elbow in the car. O.o

You talked to? My brother. He was passing through, babbled about Voyager. It's quite good, if you tone out Seven...the last person I really opened up to was, er, Mira, I think. She encourages that.

You hugged? My grandmother, when she first saw me. I hate physical contact.

You instant messaged? Nancy.

You kissed? Christ, I don't even know. I don't know what to call her, either.

Who kissed you? Same person.

You yelled at? Myself. In a funny voice. O.o

Who broke your heart? I'm not thinking about her anymore. She's not a part of my life.

Favorite ...

Food: Curry, Chicken Vindaloo to be precise. I am also fond of Chicken Dopiaza, Chicken Bhaji, Samosa, Tikka Masala, Madras, Rogan Josh, Turkha Dal, Bindi Bhaji, Channa Bhaji, Dal dishes, Channa dishes, and Tandoor-cooked breads (Naaaan....). Plus numerous other country's approximations of curry - except Thailand's. Thai curry are WEIRD. Especially their green. It's ick.

Drink: Guinness. ^.-

Color: ...Don't make me CHOOSE...

Album: Cowboy Bebop: Blue, by Yoko Kanno and the Seat Belts. Always makes me feel good to listen to it.

Shoes: Merrel. They walk for you.

Candy: Eating Crunchies down, but that's just 'cause nobody else likes them. I love jellybabies

Animals: Furry things you can stroke and make up names for. They're called dogs, and the smaller ones are called cats.

TV Show: Cowboy Bebop, although I'm drinking in The Simpsons and ST: DS9/V while I have the chance. I won't be watching television in college, even though my roomie will have one. Mind you, a nice little trekkie girl might get lonely and cold some night, and I'm VERY warm...

Movie: The Red Dwarf Movie. I've got high expectations.

Vegetables: Broccoli, but only in a sauce. It's sublime.

Fruit: Apples, mostly, but I'm immensely fond of cherries (no jokes)

Are you ..

Understanding? Hit-or-miss. I'm either right on, or way off.

Open-minded? Overall, yes. I have prejudices, but I'm willing to let people break them. I expect them to, actually. God knows I try.

Arrogant? Sometimes.

Insecure? Always. That's why I'm arrogant.

Interesting? I'm good for a laugh, but long-term contact is a bit grating. I'm so insecure, I tend to have that 'Constant Clown' complex. Not many people try to get farther than that.

Hungry? Muchly. I'm very active, I have a great demand for power. I'm like California, bits of me go out. Actually, I'm rather like California.

Friendly? Yes, quite a bit. I'm very polite and almost archaic in my behaviour. I don't fit in well, until I start telling jokes.

Smart? Very, but my imagination often distracts me from applying it to anything worthwhile.

Moody? Sort-of. I tend to fluctuate, but I'm mostly laid-back.

Childish? In ways. I'm very mature in some ways, but ridiculously immature in others.

Independent? Quite a bit. There's just nobody like me, who likes the things I do and goes about doing them the way I prefer. I often pretend someone might be, but in the end, I'm alone. Or, There Can Be Only One

Hard working? Disgustingly so. I take work very seriously, and almost fall into a trance. I feel bad when I can't get all my tasks done. It's mad. I'm so responsible, it's sick.

Organized? Yes. That pile of papers on my floor is from Western, that pile is bank statements, those underpants are clean, those are dirty...or was it the other way around...

Healthy? Physically? Peerless. Emotionally? Childish. Mentally? Fucked-up.

Emotionally stable? Not in the least, but it works for me.

Shy? Often more than I let on. It takes a lot to be who I am...I guess I wear a mask a lot.

Difficult? When I want to be. I'm learning to be better.

Attractive? I'm not outwardly attractive. I have features that appeal to some people. As BNL said, anyone plain can be lovely. I'm rather scottish in appearance.

Bored easily? I tend to live entirely within a world between my ears and behind my eyes, so I usually occupy myself.

Messy? Oh yes, but again, it works for me. Don't take me out to eat, it's shameful (guess why I wear tiedye).

Thirsty? Often, but I ignore foolish human cravings like water... *gurgle, thump*

Responsible? More than people think. WAY more. I even carry a condom around with me wherever I go, just in case. Wishful thinking, eh? Hell, I've got nothing to lose by getting laid by a stranger, I'd just be surprised if someone was interested in me.

Angry? Sometimes. I paused a bit. I wondered if I repress it, but I sure as hell express it when I feel it. I just don't feel it often. They call me mellow yellow...blue...green...red...and so on.

Sad? Often, but it doesn't last long before I think of something (or someone) to be happy about.

Happy? Often. Not bouncing happy, but I will admit, bouncing happy happens more often these days.

Trusting? Outwardly, yes, and it may seem so if I come on to you...but in truth, I'll be sleeping with a dagger under my pillow. You never know...it's the people who love you the most that hurt you the most...

Sick? Tremendously, but that's why I'm so popular.

Talkative? Quite, but I often have to explain my slang or say things often. Damn accents.

Original? Inasmuch as a Photomosaic is original, or a mixed-media collage. Incidentally, there's some great art museums in Glasgow. I was thinking of them right there.

Different? Highly.

Reliable? Not tremendously. I often do stuff for folks, but usually forget and feel REALLY bad. I DO care, honest, I'm just a friggin' ditz.

Content? Highly discontented, actually. I need change. My skin crawls. The walls are closing in. My pants are full of some exotic tropical variety of stinging insect. But, as Wings said, if we ever get out of this place...

Optimistic? Always. I try Pessimism, just to be popular, but I can't quite get the hang of it.

Deep thinker? Everything I say has a double meaning. I tend to notice this in other people, too...or miss it entirely.

Self-disciplined? Not very. I try to focus my mind and body, but they both tend to wander and do what they like. The Brain Party is not always in majority in the Ayrn Cerebral Parliament.

Sleepy? Tremendously. Long day.

Lonely? Tremendously. I need a snugglee.

Who do you want to...

Kill? They know who they are. They know they're unfit to live on the face of the earth. They know they've fucked up so many people's lives on both sides of the medical fence. They know my Dad will not eat their shit, and he will not cease kicking their ass Scottish-Style if they try to bullshit, bully or bureaucrat their way around him.

Fuck? Someone who really wants to. Out of stock at the moment.

Slap? That's a bit girly, isn't it? To be honest, if I want to slap someone, I do it.

Get really wasted with? It would be shameful and dishonorable to 'get really wasted.' A true samurai never drinks to excess. Nor does he teetotal. ^.-

Tickle? Nancy. She needs it.

Look like? Uncannily like myself. Sometimes, like Weird Al, Spike Spiegel, or, in low lighting, someone you might want to go out with.

Talk to? Margaret. I miss her a lot. I can't wait for her to get home so I can show her how well-behaved I've been. ^.-

~Corwin