Hi! It's nice to meet you.

My goal with this writing? That's easy: to defile every public building or common place of interest that you might have or go to in your every day life, with some sort of a sex scene between the characters. So that when you go there; you'll think about it.

I'm 27 years old and totally bad ass. You'll see. I have black hair and brown eyes. I have a purebred Boston Terrier named Bronx that is smarter than most people's children.

I'm loud and outgoing, but shy and awkward at the same time. I have a crude and sometimes dry sense of humor. I am cynical and critical of others as well as myself. I currently habitate (I know it's not a word, but you still get it anyway) in Chicago, IL originally from a small town in northwestern WI. My parents moved me to Madison literally the day after I graduated high school, and I have only been back once -- to help them move closer to Chicago. They're quite possibly the best, most supportive, parents any child could ever ask for. So hooray for parents that are actually involved in their kids lives. I know, it sounds crazy that a television didn't raise me, right?

I double majored at UW-Madison (Wisconsin for all of you non-locals) in both Computer Engineering and Physics. I chose physics because the concept of geo-spatial intelligence is fascinating and I got to take a class on it. I got a job with the state of Wisconsin as a network infrastructure analyst/architect, which was great, minus the hefty time constraints and the 24/7 on-call duties. If you want to be single forever, sleep odd hours, and make a lot of money; it's for you.

My then live-in girlfriend of 2 years, decided one day to go walk out; telling me that my job was too important to me. This prompted me to abruptly quit said job; I never wanted to be that person who chooses work over love, but I understood why she left. I probably would have too. I threw myself into work while with her because I didn't know what else to do. After about a week locked in my empty apartment, all I wanted to do was get out of that place. Get out of Madison. It's not a particularly small city but it still felt suffocating, especially going home. It didn't feel like home anymore.

I applied for graduate school at Northwestern, got accepted, and moved to Chicago last summer. I snagged a job as a Java Developer (no, that's not where the java in javaeurok comes from.) It's a nice gig for the time being, but not really something that I want to do long term. It's nice in the sense that I don't really have to work 9 to 5. I can come and go, or work from home/school, as long as my work gets done. Sometimes that's 30 hours a week, others times it's 80.

My current time-sink aside from work is obviously graduate school, now getting my Master's Degree in Information Security and Forensics. I'm book smart and a speed-reader, with a lot of hands-on experience so it's not as difficult as I thought it would be. Ideally I'll find an opportunity to do something with Computer Forensics. Then maybe after I'm finished, I can work for the FBI and find out what all of you suckers do on here all day! I kid, I kid.

I plan to move to Washington, D.C. when I'm done with graduate school. (maybe before...?) I've wanted to move there for as long as I can remember; it's time to do something about it.

I wouldn't really call myself a writer by any means... and I won't pretend to be. I'm not a hopeless romantic, and I won't pretend to be one either. I'm sure it is apparent in my writing that I have some uneasiness with the human interaction of my characters. It's because Chapter 7 of It's Not You really did happen. Writing it was a way of shedding it, or at least the first layer even if it is 9 years and two failed 2-year relationships later. I have a lot of ideas of things I'd like to see written, so this shall be rather interesting. I plan to write several stories, and they'll always have a happy ending. It is fiction, after all.

I'm a perfectionist, but I'm super fail when it comes to aforementioned relationships. I can seem to put my thoughts down via pen/keyboard with the best of them, but I can't vocalize them without having them sound forced. It sounds cliche, but most IT people aren't exactly good with words. Couple that with the suicide of your first love and the relationship failures and communication road blocks magnify tenfold. Communication aficionado I am not. Clearly.

My joys in life are simple. Most importantly, I am a complete ham for spending time with my family and friends. I love going out for over-priced coffee and long, intelligent, idiosyncratic conversations. I like to travel. anywhere. everywhere. So I do, at least twice a year. My second love is listening to music, but more importantly I think it's just Lzzy Hale's mouth while she's singing. If you haven't seen it, you're missing out. I'm prone to sit at my desk (both work and home) with headphones on listening to Kayla from Sirius XM Radio, Octane. It helps pass the time on those long 12, 14, or 16 hour oh-shit-another-deadline-to-meet days.

I like watching Law and Order: SVU for one reason: Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot's sexual tension. I can't get enough of people with rectangular black-rimmed glasses (Alex Cabot) and off-center belt buckles (Emily Prentiss.) Paget Brewster is totally HOT!

I. am. tired. of. waiting. for. something. extraordinary. to. happen. to. me.

Feel free to send me a message with something you want to see written about. I'll pretty much write anything as long as it's not a main character death, rape, incest, etc. You get the point. I don't think long term in terms of writing a story. I live in the now, so I write as things come to me.