Autobiography

SO!....we meet again....
You have come here looking for that elusive quantity...information.  Have no fear, for your youthful curiosity has served you well.  I will now share with you what you want to know, even if you did not know that you wanted to know it, you know?
So, without further ado, here is the data you requested on....

Real Name:  Does it really matter?/Do you REALLY care?
Date of Birth:  10:48pm, January 18, 1974
Residence:  Ahoskie, NC
Work Title: PartsMaster General
Hobbies:   Photography, sleeping, entertaining people, driving about completely aimlessly, rambling on and on with some
                  useless information that noone really gives a shit about, but sometimes; I just cannot stop.  Like that one time...
                  oh, sorry.  (Hobbies, back on the topic at hand.)  Model aircraft building, research of all kinds, Playing
                  Magic:The Gathering, watching movies, listening to music, watching TV, socioanthropolgy, and theorizing.
                    I also frequently enjoy over-reacting to various situation, blowing things out of proportion, speaking in
                    punctuation, and stressing out needlessly.  Also, every 56 days, GIVING BLOOD!!
Interesting fact:  Chicks Dig Me!!!
Why?:   Because I am Hardcore.
Most Short Lived Job:  Race Car Driver
Personal Vehicle:  2000 Dodge Ram 1500 Pickup, Quad Cab SLT.
                                Color:  Intense Blue Pearl Clearcoat
                                Vehicle's Name: Siouxie Blue
My Views of myself:   I do funny things, and say funny things, but they are only really funny if you know me.  I am going
                                    bald, WAY too fuckin' fast!  I am too large.   If I were someone else, I would  have probably
                                    killed myself by now.  Lucky for me I am me.
Odd Tidbits:  I like orange juice, especially Tropicana Pure Premium Grovestand With Lots of Pulp.  I am a romantic
                        at heart, but often have a hard time showing it , I hear music in my head alot.  I am NOT mentally unstable.
                         All the voices in my head keep telling me I am a sane, productive member of society, who is loved and
                        respected by my peers.  Ain't life grand?