[Stingy Jack]

I was two years old in 1976, and I think that was the year I pissed on my dad's favorite armchair.

I am 30 now, so no more of that "30 is just around the corner" anxiety. Of course, I had planned to change a lot about my life when I turned 30 (quit smoking, get more exercise, stop prancing about in women's clothing), but none of that has abated. As I said in the "What the Fuck is Your Mental Problem" thread (or whatever it was called), I have an extremely addictive personality ... and breaking habits is so HARD for me!

But, I think I have accomplished much in my 30 years. I'm married, with a healthy (albeit annoying) child. I have a career that I both enjoy and am good at (plus, it pays the bills!) And I have plenty of free time to work on my other goals, such as writing and ... well ... writing, I guess.

When I was in high school, and up to my first year in college, I wanted to be an actor as well. I majored in theater originally. But, I learned quickly that I hate actors. The competition is not only stiff, but they are a bunch of whiny, backstabbing, gossipping babies. So, I began writing plays for the theater department to perform, and discovered that I liked that even more. I was kicked out of college at 18, though, for not attending my classes. But, when I went back 4 years later, I majored in English.

That's enough about my boring ass.

Congrats on the 2000 Vod (even though it has been awhile since you reached it.) And congrats on the house as well!