I feel like I'm on some sort of emotional rollercoaster ride. It seems as if, everytime I get some semblance of order to my life, a wrench gets thrown in the wheels. I feel challenged at every turn. Am I broken? No. I hang in there... I refuse to fall into a broken heap, in some corner. I challenge challenges. Anyway, I was perusing a post from one of my favorite blogger's (Amadeo), weblog, and got this idea from him. In an attempt to reach out to his reader's, he opened himself up to a wide array of questions. Needless to say, he granted me permission to use this same idea. I feel compelled to reach out to those readers who happen upon this... my laundry facility... where I air alot of my dirty laundry. My forum where I lament most matters related to my lackluster dating life, horrible crimes against fashion and hygiene, and my mildly tumultuous existence. Imagine that I've invited you into my cozy little abode, poured you a glass of Cab. Sauv., lit some incense, layed out a modest spread of dips, cheeses, crudite, and crisps, and that we're sitting on large floor pillows. I'm in my element and I feel relaxed as you all ask me any questions, about moi, that you would like to ask. Rather than composing your standard FAQ post, please feel free to ask me any question you would like to know about me, and I will answer to the best of my ability. Shoot, if you feel so inclined.