Neurotic, marginally insane. Perpetual Photoshop addict. Ranting raving DJ with Industrial, Aggrotech, EBM, Darkwave, Dark Cabaret and other crazy nonsense in between. I can never decide for long on what I'll wear for the day, or what I labeled a build piece for later use. No really - my inventory is a nightmare; like someone told a kid "Here, here's a BIG-FREAKIN-ROOM and a semi full of toys. Have at it." Total disaster in organized chaos.

Builder, texturer, store owner, a little of everything.

Owner: :{MV}: - Footwear, Apparel, Accessories, Prefabs & General Oddities

What Keeps Me From Killing Other Things: My Fuzzbutt hubby, My Twin, The Hivemind (Minion helps too), Music

What Will Make Me Kill You: Don't tell me how to run my business and I won't tell you how to act like an adult. Don't tick your DJ off. Really. Just don't. Don't gesturbate the screen like you're Porky Pig trying to form a coherent sentence. Don't talk/shout/yell/be a general wanker on voice when they're doing a mic voiceover announcement. It's rude. It's obnoxious. Oh, and don't like the music? STFU and request something. (No, no Nightwish. I will shoot you.)