*ahem* Here it goes

  I never know what to say about myself, so I always just end up spouting off random facts: I'm terrified of chickens, don't ask me why, I just am.  If you own a chicken, I am staying at least 200 feet away from your house (those little fuckers can move pretty fast).  I have a legendary sweet-tooth.  Pie for breakfast = the best thing ever.  I'm a great lover of classical music, although I'm not particularly talented at it (damn it all to hell; if only I could sing opera).  I especially like the stuff that you can rock out to (or at least I can), because dancing spaztastically to Ravel is super cool.  I enjoy drawing on paper, but I like drawing on people better.  You know I like you if you have intricate designs in ball-point pen all over your hands and arms.  I might die of ink poisening someday, be warned.  Drawing and painting on shoes, suitcases, tables, rocks, and napkins is also fun.  I love girls of all shapes and sizes.  I love boney hands and chubby cheeks, flat chests and love handles, muscular biceps and big ears.  Freckles...are the best.  I'm a good listener, but I can be completely oblivious.  I am often found walking into doors, falling down the stairs, and staring at nothing. PJ Harvey, June Anderson, Vladimir Nabokov, and David Lynch are my idols.  In Junior High School, I tried to start a band with my best friend, but we were crap.  I make really good chocolate chip cookies, stollen, mashed potatoes, split-pea soup, and hot apple cider.  People like to pull my hair to see if it bounces back (it does).  At one time, I dyed my hair a different color of the rainbow every month.  I have a thing for combat boots.  I own an albino corn-snake.  Elephants at the zoo make me cry.  I am in love with Shirley Maclaine.  My hands are tired from typing.  That is all.