name: that's for me to know, and for you to find out. age: seven-fuckin-teen sex: why don't YOU tell ME? occupation: james bond race: cock-asian likes: food (especially pasta), computers, water heaters THAT WORK, moulin rouge, fight club, run lola run, six string samurai, nirvana, punk music, orchestral music, that special girl (you know who you are), sweet lovin', multiple personality disorder, drawing, theatre, making movies, long walks on the beach and the color blue. dislikes: people that don't like things just becuase they're mainstream (mainstream stuff can be art too), tomatoes (except ketchup), onions, squash, cooked vegetables in general, bill lumbergh, mean people, righteous people (religious or otherwise), water heaters that DON'T WORK, people who think anime is stupid, ignorant people, smart people, people that don't like shaolin soccer, bands that SUCK, and other things of that sort.

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