1. My middle name is Toma. After my maternal Grandfather. My first name comes from my paternal one. My parents decided why bother with new names, we got two right there.

2. My sister got the same treatment.

3. My mother used Greek and Roman myths to teach me to read.

4. I started writing stories when I was 4.

5. When I was in grade school I went to a speech therapist because I stuttered and had trouble making 'S' sounds. Both still pop up when I'm nervous or when my mouth can't keep up with my brain. I'm rather self-conscious about it.

6. When I was in grade school I went to a child therapist because I had an incredibly short and violent temper.

7. I was cured! Mostly.

8. From the time I was 6 to the time I was 12, I had an ulcer that grew to the size of a dime at it's largest.

9. I was cured! Mostly.

10. My father died when I was 18.

11. I didn't cry at the funeral. Either of them.

12. I didn't cry because my father told me almost 6 months before anyone else knew. Got any crying out of the way by then, which was the point according to him.

13. Most horrible night of my life was the one I spent in my father's hospital room with him when he went into the hospital for the last time. By then the pain was so unbearable that they had him on straight morphine drip. He would wake up incoherent and crying out in pain, pulling at the tubes they had in him. I did my best to calm him down until the nurse would arrive. They gave me a cot. I never used it.

14. I find it odd and disturbing that the above was the 13th entry.

15. I got my drivers license when I was 17. My dad got me an old, used Oldsmobile the size of a football field. I loved that fucking car.

16. I lost my license at 18. I'm bitter about it to this day.

17. I've been able to go get my license again for about 2 or 3 years. And I haven't bothered. I'm still THAT bitter about it.

18. I dropped out of university at 2 years and a bit. I was working on a double major of History and Political Science. Which would have enabled me to continue on to Law School, become a teacher, or get a really kick ass job at Starbucks.

19. I sometimes regret not getting my degree.

20. I more often regret going in the first place. Or at least going when I did. I think I would have had a better academic experience if I had waited a year or so after high school.

21. If you want to piss me off, tell me I'm too thin or skinny. In fact, just comment on my weight at all. People who act like it's okay to comment or poke fun at my weight or apparent lack of because I'm thin are going to see me fucking freak on them.

22. When I was 13, I took an IQ test at school and I scored 183. Or something like that. I was a genius! They made a big deal about it, wanted to put me in all the advanced courses when I went to high school. My answer? "With the 'Gifted' kids? They fuckin' suck! No!" So I went with my friends.

23. I'm now a security guard. *hangs head*

24. I've had 3 dogs in my life. All of them named Sheba.

25. I had the last one from the age of 4 till I was 21.

26. I've had 2 cats. Gingie and Stone. One raised the dog. The other was raised by the dog. Clear sign of the apocalypse.

27. I've worked every Statutory Holiday since last August.

28. I almost wrote 'Statutory Rape' in the above and laugh about it for at least 3 minutes.

29. I've taken only one break in writing this at the moment. Chris Issack Show is on.

30. I started smoking almost right after my father died.

31. I've broken my nose, my collarbone and my left arm. Not all at once or anything.

32. I think I'm running out of things to put down and I'm not even at 50. I'm so very shallow.

33. Oldest person I'd ever had a relationship with was 37. I was 20. Her name was Karen. She taught me alot and kicked all sorts of ass.

34. I've never had a relationship with someone more then 5 months younger then me.

35. I own approximately 2500 books.

36. When talking about history, politics or anything I'm interested I tend to drift into lecture mode.

37. I hate being lectured too.

38. On occasion, my hypocrisy has known no bounds. I do my best not let it happen all that often. But ya know, when it does happen...I really don't care much.

39. On occasion, my apathy has known no bounds either. *g*

40. I'm not very empathic. I find it difficult to relate to other peoples emotions alot of the time and I really don't get all that emotional myself, one way or the other. Sometimes, it's a good thing. Allows me to keep a calm head when otherwise I'd be upset. I think it actually stems from the anger management stuff I did as a kid. But maybe not. It does, unfortunately make me rather apathetic about other people's feelings at times.

41. I was born and raised in Toronto. I love it. I love my city. It'll always be my city. While I've been all over a good hunk of the world and seen bigger and prettier cities, Toronto will always be home. Even if I move.

42. I'm not religious. I'm tempted to say I'm spiritual, but...ya know...probably not. I believe in a karma to a certain degree. Don't know about God or Gods or Goddesses. Honestly, haven't thought about it much since I was a wondery-eyed tyke.

43. I'm not political. Oh, I know my politics and can go on, literally, for hours. Ask jaanquidam *g* But I don't vote or think along party lines. I've voted pretty much for every party, both provincially and federally at one time or another. I take the time to actually go see the people running in my riding at least once. And I vote to the one who most appeals to me both politically and as a person.

44. I like my video games. I need to get a PS2 so bad my dicks' hard. I also spend much more time playing games on my computer nowadays, then I do online. My taste in games is, like my tastes in most forms of entertainment, all over the place. I really dig my military strategy games, but sometimes, I like taking the Leafs to the Cup. Sometimes I'm in the mood to wander a post-nuclear wasteland and blast mutants, other times, to lay the Smackdown on various candyasses.

45. I drink a lot of coffee. ALOT of coffee. Whether I'm at home or at work. I have a need for my coffee. Not a big pop drinker. I mean, I like a cool glass of Sprite or Jones Cream Soda as much as the next lad. But for my buck, only coffee can gimmie my bang. I take it, to put it in the words of a former coworker, "Black like my soul."

46. I'm a comic book geek. Not nearly as bad as I used to be, but I still like to wander the Snail for hours, browsing and reading at my leisure. Batman is my boy. Has been for a long time. I also was really into Star Wars comic books for awhile.

47. Speaking of Star Wars, I actually LIKED Attack of the Clones! There! I said it! I thought it was a fun movie. Though Aniken still needs to cut down on the whine, and get in touch with his Dark Side. I want my Vader dammit! I want my Big Black Nubian God!

48. "What's a Nubian?" Will always make me laugh. Always.

49. A buddy and I once walked from Bloor and Bathurst to Kennedy Subway station by accident. Ask a Torontoian about what that distance is. We just kept walking and talking till we realized where the fuck we were. I used to spend entire nights walking through the city with the boys. Just talking and fucking off. I miss that.

50. When I was 7 years old visiting my family in Serbia, my Grandfather made me kill a pig during harvest time. It was the last pig. It was a BIG pig. He held my hand all the way though it and after I'd stabbed it in the heart, he let go of my hand to tell my uncles something and I pulled the knife out. I was covered in pigs blood a moment later. Literally, I was drenched from head to foot. My sister, sitting a safe distance away, found it the funniest thing in the world.

51. When I was 10, I found a box of full of porno in the ally by my house. Not just pictures and mags, but microfilms and shit. I snuck it home. Looked at it all, then took it to school the next day. It made me the most popular boy in school for the rest of the week.

52. I was once hit, full swing, in the back of the head with an aluminum baseball bat. My buddy was doing practice swings and didn't see me. It didn't hurt just surprised me. I turned around and he'd gone white as a ghost. He thought my head was going to go flying off my neck. We all laughed at him a lot about that, come to think of it. We also all made sure we were well away from him when he had a bat.

53. I was raised by my mother since the age of 3. My father was always around though. For the last 10 years of his life, he lived not 1 minute away from me up the street.

54. I've got one tattoo. My last name in Serbian. The boys bought it for me for my birthday a month after my dad died.

55. I want more tattoos. At least one more on my left upper arm, to balance out the one on my right. Perhaps one in the crook of each arm as well. Also, if I ever have the money, one that takes up my entire back. I know what I want on my back, and in the crooks of the arms, but the left upper arm is still a question mark.

56. I used to have both my ears pierced. Left lobe and upper right ear. I took them out for my current job and the holes closed. I wish I still had them.

57. I've considered getting my eyebrow, tongue and nipples pierced at times, but couldn't be bothered to actually go get them done.

58. I smoke. Cigarettes. Cigars. Pipes. They're all good. Or they were. I maybe quitting soon. Cold turkey, baby. I still enjoy it though, and that's what's going to make it tough.

59. I've done a lot of drugs. Actually I may have done ALL the drugs, at one point or another. Even the scary ones you're parents warned you about. Never done crack tho. Never wanted to. I can't do a drug named after a part of my ass. *shudder*

60. I drink. Some might say, I drink a lot. I don't think so, but ya know, if enough people say it...well then it just starts to bug me a little. Now, I CAN and HAVE consumed rather large quantities of alcohol in sittings. There are more then enough people who can testify to that. But that's more of abbreviation then the norm. A night cap once in awhile. Odd night out at the pub with the boys or the girls. Rarely get drunk. I can't afford to get drunk. Expensive to drink in Toronto. *nod*

61. This is now officially the third time I've tried to finish this list. After the last 20, I gave up, realizing I'm much too shallow to think of 100 things about myself in one sitting. Or two sittings. I blame Claris. She made it into homework. Bitch.

62. I have almost 800 CDs. I listen to only one at a time. This makes me feel sad.

63. I have a niece and a nephew. Regan and Brandon, respectively. Regan is also my goddaughter. The idea that I am playing some part in the raising of children makes me feel both excited and slightly nauseous. Usually at the same time.

64. I am equal parts, roughly, Serbian, Macedonian, Ukrainian, and Russian. I have family in all of those places, as well as in Canada, Germany, Georgia (the country), and Australia.

65. The Australian relative is apparently my half-brother, from my Dad. Never met him, and I don't know his name, but I've seen a picture of him when he was 17. He is 5 years older then my sister, making him 33 or so right now. From his picture, he looks like my brother, except with sandy blond hair.

66. I am actually 6'2 and a bit in height. People can rarely tell since I tend to slouch alot.

67. The vision in my left eye is absolutely horrid, as anyone who has tried on my glasses knows. The reason for this is that when I was a kid, I forget the exact age, the grandmother of one of my best friends threw a rock at me that hit me right above the eye. There was quite alot of blood and I had to wear an eyepatch for a month or two. Apparently the grandmother in question never liked me and thought I said something bad to her. She didn't speak English at all. We never sued, though apparently we could have. She's dead now, so I consider that justice enough.

68. To just show some time frame as to when I'm writing this, I'll just say that 50cent's video for P.I.M.P. is really fucking good. Funny. And so many attractive girls that I must resist the urge to jiggle my joystick. And the song is really good too.

69. Sixty-Nine!!! HAHA!

70. I'm often childish and immature.

71.I sometimes consider myself a writer. This is usually when I'm actually writing something. Go figure.

72. I'm not a writer, tho. I think technically, to actually call yourself a writer, with any authority at least, one needs to have been published. By someone else. In a nonfanfiction capacity. Tho I do think that fanfiction is a decent enough way to practice writing.

73. I do write fairly well while drunk. I mean in the technical capacity, not in an artistic one. I can actually keep the punctuation and spelling downright decent. Many examples can be found in Bronze Classic (accept no substitutes!) archives. Where one may find those archives is a question I canna answer. But they're probably out there somewhere. Also, I've...occasionally written the odd LJ entry after a nightcap or ten...er...twelve.

74. If I had a superpower, I'd want to be able to teleport anywhere. I'd never be late, could sleep in till the very last second, get to the bar in time for last call. It'd be pretty sweet, I think.

75. But, if I were a superhero, I'd want to be Batman. And he has no superpowers. Odd, that.

76. I've had sex at my current place of employment 9 times in the 3 months I've been there.

77. I've seen Oasis 5 times in concert.

78. I've seen The Maltese Falcon more then that.

79. The only STD I've ever had is Crabs, and that was in high school. I'm amazed at my good fortune, considering some of the sketchy skanks I've had sex with.

80. The revenge I got on the girl who gave me crabs, who got them herself in the first place by cheating on me, is one that amuses me to this day.

81. No, I'm not telling you here. That's a story that needs to be told in person.

82. I've had sex with a man.

83. A man has never had sex with me.

84. A woman has had sex with me, the way a man would have sex with me.

85. Think about it for a sec, kay....There ya go!

86. Oral sex is still probably my favorite sex act. It can be quick, painless, be done just about anywhere, and with no messy clean up if you do it properly.

87. Yes ladies, I'm thinking mainly the way YOU'RE supposed to do it properly. If done properly, a hand across the chin is the most you'll need to do, just the way it is for us guys. Unless you drool excessively. Or we do. If we do, you should probably run a hand through your hair...just to be safe.

88. I do an amazing monkey impression. Really. Rather accurate. I'm very proud of it.

89. I'm not sure whether I should be proud that I can do an amazing monkey impression.

90. I once stole a sign from a McDonalds drive through. It says 'Please Have Money Ready for Speedy Service'. I've placed it above my bed. I've found it helps break the ice with girls I take there. And sometimes they do give me money, which is nice too.

91. I've smoked more weed in the 3 weeks, then I have in the past 8 years. All of it has been given to me by a resident at my building, who can't seem to go a few days without giving me a joint or two, or some hash. It's funny, cuz I really don't like weed all that much, but I smoke it anyway. My daddy didn't impart much wisdom to me before he died, but on piece he did give me was 'Never turn down a free drink.' He was drunk most of the time, so I assume he knew from whence he spoke. I've simply updated it for a more modern application. Tho I'll never turn down a free drink either.

92. I hated the Musical episode of Buffy. The whole thing grated on my nerves. They spent so much time worrying about the songs for the ep, they forgot to come up with a decent story for it. Only part I liked was the Anya/Xander scene where they're singing and dancing in the pajamas. Reminded me of those movies from the 50's and 60's, the way it was supposed to. The rest...well...sucked. I really can't say enough bad things about the episode.

93. Actually, come to think of it, I kinda watched the last 3 seasons of Buffy from sheer momentum. Watching it had become almost as much a habit as smoking. I think not having The Bronze around to talk about it on effected that alot. I mean, half the excitement I got from watching the show was going to the Bronze afterward to praise, bitch or critique it.

94. Well...the show started to suck from season 5 on, too.

95. I only saw one episode of Firefly, so it's cancellation did nothing to me, one way or another. I didn't care if it was Joss's show or not. Anyway, FOX has a habit of canceling great shows before they find an audience. I'm STILL bitter about Profit. That show never belonged after Melrose Place! TOTALLY different audiences!! And it was fucking great! Dark! Twisted! Amazing acting and writing! And not even a full season of it. They couldn't even give me that, the bastards! And apparently, there are unaired episodes out there floating about, and I ain't seen any of them! *breath* Sorry...I'm just...the pain hasn't faded.

96. Ya know what? I'm not sorry! I fucking loved that show! It's lost haunts me to this day! I'm angry and I'm bitter and fuck it, I'm not going to apologize for it!

97. Illinois Nazis. I hate Illinois Nazis.

98. I haven't gone to bed earlier then 2am in almost 2 years.

99. I wish I was independently wealthy. Just so I could go to sleep whenever the hell I wanted to, for as long as I wanted, and no one could say shit about it.

100. I actually made it to 100. I'm amazed. I mean, yeah, some of them are complete fluff meant to pad the list, but most of it is the shit. I'm floored.