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Your belly button is simply the physical evidence that you were once connected to your mother. So you wont find any half dressed women on this page bragging about certain 'skills'.

So I decided to re-open my page after being gone for about 5 yrs. I missed you guys. Well the ones I know.

Unlike many who are blind to their faults, I am acutely aware of my flaws, and excessively proud of them. For instance, I think it would be cool to wear a mini-picture of your mug shot on a gold chain. People like me are quite intense. Telling us to learn to go with the flow, or to lighten up, is ridiculous. I know I think too much. I believe everything has a 'deeper meaning'. You will not convince me otherwise, so just shut up and let me ponder. I am typically polite, but my moods range from irritable to pissed off. I frequently sulk, brood, intimidate, cuss, stomp and fight. That's on one of my good days. I dance to the beat of my own drum. I think, act and do as I please.

Instead of family pictures, my refrigerator is covered with magnetic business cards of lawyers, therapists, and bail bondsmen. I am sure at some point I missed my calling as a prosecuting attorney, psychopath, Mafia negotiator, and more-parts-than-you-were-prepa red-to-lose surgeon. I could also make a good stalker, astrologer, and psychic; however I avoided the latter professions because I refuse to acknowledge my clairvoyance.

I have been told by many 'I think you would be hard to live with', I have since learned that really means ' I think you would hard to CONTROL'; they are right.

Although dependable and stable, my threshold for boredom is exceptionally low. I am a loner who loathes routine of any kind. I am constantly looking for the nearest exit or SUPER SAVER FARE. I leave town whenever the urge strikes.

It is not uncommon for me to drive all night, arrive home with just enough time to shower change and make it to work. Many times I stifle a smug grin because no one knew I was gone. I carry on as if I never left. I am so private even my relatives don't know my unlisted phone number.