I'm breaking this down in to two parts, it just seems more digestable that way.

1. I have the ace of spades tattooed on my middle finger. I love  Motorhead, I love their  song Ace of Spades, and the Ace of Spades is the death card. Enough said.

2. I still have my Star Wars sleeping bag from 1977. In fact, it’s on my bed right now as a footwarmer. I also still have my Star Wars sheet set from that era, it’s not on my bed because I’m not 5 years old anymore.

3. My favorite condiments are sriracha, which a friend calls cock sauce, Tabasco, mustard, and HP Sauce. I use the hot sauces every day. Also, I couldn’t live without cumin or tahina.

4. I’m a dual citizen of Saudi Arabia and America. Perfectly legal;   perfectly strange.

5.  I rode in a hotel elevator with A-ha once, back in ’93. I almost passed out because I was so thrilled. I may have been hyperventilating. Sadly, Morton wasn’t in the carriage with me, just the blonde ones Mags and Paul. When we all got off at lobby level I oh-so-casually followed them, and saw Morton waiting for them outside the hotel restaurant. The 14-year-old inside me never got over this. I saw them on their famous ’86 tour and still have the ticket! Their music still tugs at my heart.

6. I have a twin sister who is three minutes older than I am. For a time, four years maybe, we were color-coded; she was dressed in blue and I was dressed in--wait for it--red!

7. I was born in pre-civil war Beirut, and spent the first eighteen months of my life between Beirut and Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. Like so many others, my family had apartments in Beirut; it was considered the Paris of the Middle East. My 1^st birthday party was held in Beirut. There’s a picture of my twin and I from that day, wearing paper crowns while teething on our toes. The cake was really for the adults I think. Those apartments no longer exist.

8. In my twenties, I had a pet rat named Prudence and she was the light of my life. I named her after the Siouxsie and the Banshees’ cover of “Dear Prudence”. I’m not a Beatles fan, but when she was given to me I started singing that version to her, and Prudence she became. She was a doll, very loving and loyal. I miss her every day
 

9. I spent part of New Year’s Eve ’98 trying to coax beer from shirtless, kilted Scots under the Sydney Harbor Bridge. The evening did get better from there, but those men were SO tight-fisted! What kind of woman can’t charm beer from a Scotsman? My self-esteem took years to recover.

10. I have a sister who is eighteen years younger than I am. She is currently the light of my life, and I helped raise her. I counseled her through her first period, took her bra shopping, and last year took her shopping for her prom dress, why I even did her make-up for prom! She’s currently snowed in, in a part of Devon, England.
  

11.  I used to study forensic science so I know how to lift fingerprints from almost anything, process a crime scene, analyze blood spatter, profile, and excavate a shallow grave. I also know the basics of wounds and anything else involving Forensic Pathology. Creepy stuff. After watching police video footage of the Goff murders crime scene for class, and analyzing the scene, I changed my major.

12.  The first concert my parents ever took me too was John Denver. The first concert I CHOSE to go to was Howard Jones in 1984.

  13.  I slam-danced for the first time at a 5 dollar Fugazi/Sonic Youth show in DC, April 1990. “Repeater” had not yet hit the stores, but they sang Repeater. I remember Ian McKaye yelling at the crowd to stop slam dancing. There were some massive circle pits at that show! DC was famous for them. The first time I stage dived was at a New Bomb Turks show.
 

14. I’ve had Mohwaks, most recently a neon red and black Mohawk just three years ago. It took extra hands, a rat-tail comb, and a can of hair spray to get it up; then repeat applications of hair spray to get through the night. I couldn’t drive well with it up because it hit the car roof, and the back crunched up against the head-rest. I also had to bend under doors and make sure not to poke people’s eyes when talking close. It was a very long Mohawk. For the record, Mohawks make you snarly.