The year was 1988, the month was April, the day was the 8th, the time was 7:50pm. A pregnant woman, Jasmin, had just been through several agonising hours of labour. As she screamed and cursed at the little bugger who refused to come out, her husband had begun contemplating the use of a vacuum cleaner. The doctor, who is now the mayor of the city I live in, the city of angels, lonley as I am, together we cry-oh, right, well, anyway eventually he forced me out and here I am.
Born to weild a pencil, tons of erasers, and a crappy version of Photoshop 6 from the middle ages, I have joined Deviantart to seek pity from those whose artistic skills are beyond my comprehension. And it looks like a bountiful harvest kids!
Current Residence: Aussieland.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Extra small to show off my girlish figure.
Print preference: Canon... no wait.
Favourite genre of music: Anything but Emo and generic Rap
Favourite photographer: Anyone working for Playboy
Favourite style of art: Stuff I can't draw... so pretty much everything!
Operating System: Vista... not my choice.
MP3 player of choice: An old iPod Mini with 30 seconds of battery life.
Shell of choice: Premium Unleaded.
Wallpaper of choice: Anything with Jessica Alba or Rhianna.
Skin of choice: The one I'm wearing.
Favourite cartoon character: See two up.
Personal Quote: Place Advertisement Here.