I can't tell my name, because then I'd get a million emails from people who want
a thousand dollars... (refer to "pics/no poems" for explination) but I can tell you everything else. And show you what I look like. (A photo of me)

I am currently 20 years old. I live in Denver, Colorado - NO, I'm not a cowgirl.
Just because I know how to ride a horse doesn't mean I make a living by it, though
I pretend well enough to fool a blind man. I'm at home on the back of a horse; then again, I'm at home
anywhere there are animals and food. I'll eat anything as long as it doesn't move or bite back. Actually, there are exceptions to that depending on how cute he is and what he is eating at the time.

I study at the University of Denver.I'm in my junior year, studying graphic design and animation. Ever heard of Silicon Graphics in Silicon Valley,
California? I invented it. The people who work for me make more money while they pee than any of us normal people could make in 12 lifetimes - even if we did star in a porn movie with our own X-files David Duchovny.
And his pet pot bellied pig.
Twice.
(Side note: wasn't the movie just, oh! So satisfying?)

I have a sister - 27 - just got married. My new In-law is good for midnight excursions to get food. I don't and should never know what good he is beyond that. As he is a military man, they will be living where he is assigned. This time 'round, the place of honor is Missouri. (sounds too much like "misery" to fit my taste, but hey! Our cookies are all baked with different ingredients Some just happen to have more nuts than anything else!)

My parents are normal; except they keep looking at me like I'm some sort of
Intergalactic God come to take over the Earth. I suppose I can handle that. After all, they are very accomodating with my men. They provide lots of pillows for
us to eat. Even if they do try to feed us rather forcefully while we sleep, proventing essential oxygenated molecules to enter our pulmonary tissues causing uncomfortable levels of asphyxiation. However, with such blatent kindness, who has the coronary capasity to tell them our food of choice is cat food, not pillow feathers?

I am an actress as well as an Aribic dancer. I used to practice Opera, but I got
lazy. Well, I'm not really lazy, I just say I am because I don't want to admit I can't sing above an "A minus" (Plus the lack of air I mentioned earlier due to my parents' over generosity with couch compadres, alias "snuggle bums" alias "feather friends" alias "head holders".) I'm Irish - I love Irish dancing. My cousin (who is a dancer in Lord of the Dance) and I often jig together. I am surprised at how consistant I am at kicking her butt, but That's what happens when one 5'9" is dancing behind one 5'3".

I LOVE to travel. I do it as much as I can. I have
a tradition to bother all the Europeans every year for about a month at a time.
I never understood why it's only a month, I mean, every year when the Surgeon General finds me, he insists that I take my time and enjoy someplace far, far away. My trips always seems to fall short right after the strange men in white coats find me. They seem to insist that I go back home, far, far away, and enjoy myself there. I'm beginning to think it could be the pink fuzzy antennae I have sprouting out of my head. Or maybe it could be the purple and green crocodile tail I have growing out of my back?
Naaaaahhh.

To end with a quote by some famous guy that probably heard some kid say it while
he was picking pimples in the alley way on Friday, October 13,"
"When I was a child, I spake like a child, I felt like a child, I thought as a
child: But when I became a human, I put away childish things to become a dog."