For the longest time, my profile pic was my AIM icon, everchanging, everlyrical. I decided a permanent, Pseudonym-describing pic was in order, and I happened to have taken a picture with a brick wall in the background. Amazing how it works.

In eighth grade, my best friend told me that “quite truthfully, flirting with you (me) is like flirting with a brick wall!” I had been so mad at him before that, but I laughed hysterically when he said (typed) it, and I was in an amazing mood for the rest of the night. Last year (has it been that long? maybe not quite… a few months ago) when I need a pen name, it was perfect- perfectly enigmatic, perfectly coined, perfectly me. I hang out with boys more than I flirt with them

The same friend rarely wears a shirt at home, and, quite frankly, it can be distracting. When I voiced my opinions to a third party, she replied, “next time he does it, you should pull your’s off, too.” His reply? “I’m on the floor, in front of the fire, petting a cat. How asexual can you get?