LAYER ONE: -- Name: Broad -- Birth date: Feb. 3, 1970 -- Birthplace: Gary, Ind. -- Current Location: Still in NWI -- Eye Color: olive green -- Hair Color: You mean my natural color? -- Height: Call it 5'3 -- Righty or Lefty: Righty -- Zodiac Sign: Aquarian with a Cap moon and I want to say Aries rising. LAYER TWO: -- Your heritage: I've been wondering that myself, since my biological mother doesn't know who my father is. As far as we know, however, it's Polish and Croatian on her side, and possibly Macedonian on my father's side (provided that my father is one of three people that she thinks fits the bill.) Otherwise, I take pride in my father's name, which is Irish, baby! -- The shoes you wore today: blue and white Adidas cross-trainers -- Your weakness: Taco Bell (or any kind of fast food, really), this one guy, shoes, Coach leather goods, my cats -- Your fears: abandonment, not getting my facts straight in stories, not having steady income as a free-lancer -- Your perfect pizza: right now, ground beef and onion, but it changes with my mood -- Goal you'd like to achieve: Not allowing the crazy people in my family to drive me to the point of insanity. LAYER THREE: -- Your most overused phrase on AIM: "You're kidding, right!?!?!" -- Your first waking thoughts: "Whine." -- Your best physical feature: eyes, boobs, smile, though not necessarily in that order -- Your most missed memory: camping trip to Warren Dunes, Mich., with my best friend in eighth grade's family; met the guy I lost my virginity to (a few years later. Perverts!) First time I ever snuck out of anywhere. LAYER FOUR: -- Pepsi or Coke: Pepsi is the nectar of the Gods, yo. -- McDonald's or Burger King: like them both, but McDonald's has better cheeseburgers -- Single or group dates: definitely single dates; snogging in a group date gets weird -- Adidas or Nike: digging Adidas now -- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton, if you're going to force me to drink it -- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate -- Cappuccino or coffee: Safety-Steve Special from Steeltoe Joe in Hammond, with vanilla and caramel syrup, skim milk and lotso whipped cream LAYER FIVE: -- Smoke: What're you offering? -- Cuss: Sheeeeeeit, muthafucka. -- Sing: Very quietly; when I put my diaphragm behind it, I fuck it all up. -- Take a shower everyday: every other day, because my skin is dry and my hair doesn't need it (and sometimes every other other day since sometimes, I don't have to leave the house to work, and I've gotten to be a lazy slob like dat, yo). -- Do you think you've been in love: I've convinced myself I was many times, but I truly am in love now. -- Want to go to college: Took me eight Goddamned years to finish. -- Liked high school: Not until I got involved in Speech and Debate. Then I was cool. -- Want to get married: Eh ... ask me again in five years. -- Believe in yourself: It's a learning process. -- Get motion sickness: That's why I don't ride roller coasters. -- Think you're attractive: Yeah, for the most part. Losing 50 pounds would sure help, though. -- Think you're a health freak: Sure. I run for the Border at least three times a week. -- Get along with your parent(s): Adoptive mom: have no choice but. Adoptive dad: He passed away almost three years ago, but he was the love of my life. Biological mom: Not at all right now and don't forsee that changing, although not through any effort of mine. Biological dad: Did I mention we don't know who he is? -- Like thunderstorms: Awww, yeah. -- Play an instrument: Played the clarinet for 4 years, but then quit freshman year because I didn't want to be a marching band dork and didn't realize that I could sign up second semester for concert band. I am, however, a drummer at heart. LAYER SIX: In the past month... -- Drank alcohol: Oh, honey. Please. -- Smoked: Depends on what you're talking about. -- Done a drug: Depends on what you're talking about. -- Made Out: Mmm-hmmmm. -- Gone on a date: No. -- Gone to the mall?: Sure have. -- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: No, but my mom has some at her crib. -- Eaten sushi: No, not a big fan. But I don't hate it. -- Been on stage: No. -- Been dumped: Not as far as I know, but that could change any moment. -- Gone skating: No. -- Made homemade cookies: Nah, don't bake. -- Dyed your hair: Got my roots touched up two weeks ago -- deep mahogany red. -- Stolen Anything: I gave up stealing my sophomore year in college, when I got busted for trying to lift yeast infection medicine. (Yum yum!) LAYER SEVEN: Ever... -- Played a game that required removal of clothing: I did. -- If so, was it mixed company: It was. -- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Sheeeeit, mothafucka. -- Been caught "doing something": Enough close calls, but never inflagrante delicto. -- Been called a tease: Once, when I wouldn't give it up to "Phil the one-eyed wonder" sophomore year of high school. -- Gotten beaten up: In fact, I did, when I was in eighth grade. But it was all good, because I started smashing my Hawaiian Punch can on her head. Because I was one of the "good kids," I was suspended only a day, while she got kicked out for three. -- Shoplifted: Yeah, I said that. I once even stole baby fever medicine for the daughter of a guy I was nailing. Ain't that romantic? -- Changed who you were to fit in: Absolutely. And then I got over it. LAYER EIGHT: -- Age you hope to be married: Eh ... ask me in five years. -- Numbers and Names of Children: (shudders) Not going there. -- Describe your Dream Wedding: Informal wedding at the Aquatorium in Gary's Marquette Park, followed by a beach party with a live band. -- How do you want to die: Happy. -- Where you want to go to college: Graduated IU ... Northwest. (Parents couldn't afford to send me to Bloomington, which was just as well since I was a late bloomer and probably would've drank myself into a coma.) -- What do you want to be when you grow up: A free-lancer, except with more money. -- What country would you most like to visit: Israel would be cool. So would Venice, Italy. LAYER NINE: -- Number of drugs taken illegally: three-ish, but I once OD'd on No-Doze. -- Number of people I could trust with my life: three or four, tops. -- Number of CDs that I own: 30-ish -- Number of piercings: one in each ear. -- Number of tattoos: none. -- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: at least five times every week -- Number of scars on my body: seven. -- Number of things in my past that I regret: DtR. (And yes, that's as bad as it sounds.)Oh, whatEVER.