Have you ever noticed that every site or user always has a profile, no matter how much content they have uploaded?

It's because we're all too terribly concerned with ourselves.

Rather than defying the sterotype, I am going to prove that I am no different, and am, just like the rest of the world, far to concerned with myself:

My name is not important, I hate it anyway and threaten those who call me by it with death whenever possible. My age is likewise. My gender however, I am going to disclose because I'm mildly disturbed by the fact that people might think I'm male. I'm female.

I like (Neverthought now will advertise for free everything she likes! She doesn't even get a commision! Watch her aid the commercial world to grow and boom!) Anyway . . . I like obscure bands. I don't think they're obscure, of course, but the record companies apparently do because whenever I go in to buy an album I have to put a special order on it. (They should burn forever in the bad place) (I'm trying to sensor myself because I don't think you can rate your profile) Mainly such delightful things as the sisters of mercy, skinny puppy, dir en grey, blah blah blah. My fist love where music is concerned however was Nirvana, and we'll let that stand forever as my favorite band of all time. As any die hard fan (and many who simply follow the press) know, "It's better to burn out than to fade away." I however don't think the contradiction that Kurt Cobain was could ever truly be forgotten. (My pseudonom has nothing to do with Nevermind, it's an entirly different music reference, thank you very much.)

As for books I am currently reading (Assuming that you care): The Alienist, by Caleb Carr and The Fall of the House of Usher, by Edgar Allan Poe. I recommend both.

Random facts about me: I play electric guitar. And am bad at it. Watashi wa nihongo o benkyoshimasu. I'm bad at that too, seeing how long it took me to formulate the above sentence. (Which hopefully translates to 'I study japanese'. If I'm wrong, then you have my full permission to laugh at me, then correct me and permit to stop embarrassing myself.)

I strongly advise you all to tune into much more music (did I just reveal that I live in Canada?) (eh?) (bad joke) and watch their biography of Kurt Cobain on Feb 28th. You can celebrate his birthday 5 days late! (My 'friends' tell me it's sick that I want to celebrate the birthday of a dead guy, but they'll think I'm sicker when April 5/8 rolls around.)

Let me end on this closing thought (this having become far too long already) : I don't trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.