1. Full Name: Anastacia Merryweather Beaverhousen XIII
2. Nicknames: Goose, Trumpet, Bitch, Miss Beaverhousen, Sir, Master
3. Birthday: 13th December
4. Place of Birth: The Underworld
5. Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
6. Male or Female: A-sexual
7. Year: I am acscended to a higher plane
8. School: St. Ambrose
9. Occupation: Superjunkie, Master of the Public
10.Lives: Coatbridge
11. MSN Screen Name: Back under the stars, back into your arms...

__Your Appearance___

12. Hair Color: Brown
13. Hair Length: Short
14. Eye color: Green
15. Weight: I am a boulder
16. Height: Tall
17. Braces?: No
18. Glasses?: Yes
19. Piercings: Eyeballs
20. Tattoos: Rectum
21. Righty or Lefty: Righty

___Your 'Firsts'___

22. First best friend: Porn
23. First Award: Evil
24. First Sport: Smiting
25. First pet: Cerberus
26. First Real Vacation: Earth
27. First Concert: Debbie in the car
28. First Love: Mary


___ Favorites___

29. Movie: Cruel Intentions, Fifth Element, Elektra, Trans America, Good Will Hunting, X-Men
30. TV programme: Will & Grace, Charmed, Family Guy, Desperate Housewives, Heroes, Lost
31. Color: Vibrant Orange
32. Rapper: Debbie
33. Band: The Fray, Fall Out Boy, Maroon 5, Goo Goo Dolls
34. Song Right Now: Anna Nalick - Breathe
35. Friends: Jesus (he rocks)
36. Sweet: Toenail clippings
37. Sport to Play: Egg Throwing
38. Restuarant: Cannibals R Us
39. Favorite brand: Peter Werth
40. Store: Officer's Club, H&M, Next, Topman, Burton, Primark, D2
41. School Subject: Maths...*dies*
42. Animal: Dolphin
43. Book: NAAAARNIAAA
44. Magazine: Playgirl
45. Shoes: Thigh-high leather boots

___Currently___

46. Feeling: Pregnant
47. Single or Taken?: Forsaken
48. Have a crush: Narcissismmmmm
49. Eating: The innards of my stomach
50. Drinking: Saliva
51. Typing: With my feet
52. Online?: Offline?
53. Listening To: Guster - Amsterdam
54. Thinking About: Writing a letter
55. Wanting To: Hug, sex and sleep
56. Watching: MSN conversations...considering porn...
57. Wearing: Trackies

___Your Future___

58. Want Kids?: Only if they have tails
59. Want to be Married?: In flames and all
60. Careers in Mind: Tranny Gigolo
61. Where do you want to live: Narnia
62. Car: Tractor

__Which is Better With The Opposite Sex___

63. Hair color: Ginger
64. Hair length: Ankle-length
65. Eye color: Yellow
66. Measurments: Like a dry-roasted peanut
67. Cute or Sexy: Geeky
68. Lips or Eyes: Black man lips
69. Hugs or Kisses: Black man kisses
70. Short or Tall: Compressed
71. Easygoing or serious: Easygoing...but still obsessed with me
72. Romantic or Spontaneous: Romantic...with a spontaneous twist
73. Fatty or Skinny: Saggy
74. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitively loud?
75. Hook-up or Relationship: Relationship...eventually
76. Sweet or Caring: Harsh and ignorant
77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: I'm an angel...only good boys will do


___Have you ever______

78. Kissed a Stranger: Only on the groin
79. Had Alcohol: It's 80% of my body
80. Smoked: Pink ones
81. Ran Away From Home: Only to the end of the street to escape Anne-Marie's wrath
82. Broken a bone: I am boneless chicken
83. Got an X-ray: No, but I am a member of the X-men
84. Been with someone: I'll just go eat worms
85. Broken Someones Heart: I've never met anyone with a heart
86. Broke Up With Someone: With incredible bluntness
87. Cried When Someone Died: One of three things that reduces me to tears
88. Cried At School: At my 'coming out' parade

___Do You Believe In___

89. God: I try not to but my reflection proves that he exists
90. Miracles: The fact that Francine hasn't been shot makes me believe
91. Love At First sight: Only if their nose works
92. Ghosts: Peggy's my friend
93. Aliens: Debbie's my friend
94. Soul Mates: Arlene's my friend
95. Heaven: Orgasms are tiny pieces of Heaven
96. Hell: Home sweet home
97. Angels: Well I have the heart of one so I should think

Hey hey, you you, I could be your girlfriend...

Could you? It seems debatable, but we'll go with the flow

Feeling the music yet? The urge to react to the rhythm in your ears? Or maybe it's the words themselves that get you going?

'Cause you can't jump the tracks, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table...

So time's running out and you have to make up your mind - dance or cry, dance or cry, dance or cry?

I wake up feeling convicted, I know something's not right
Reaquaint my knees with the carpet...

Falling down under the weigh of it all? The stress of your choice is getting too much to handle and you have to simply let it out

You make me feel out of my element, like I'm walking on broken glass
Like my world's spinning in slow motion and you're moving too fast...

So the feelings are in the air and now they know how you feel...was it worth it? Did you get the reaction you expected...the reaction you hoped for...or was it the one you dreaded?

Hope dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption...

So your life's on the line, your emotions in the open and you're flawed for the world to see...what do you do? Turn your head once again and silently usher the pain away? Or is it the music you turn to? That familiar tune that sends rushes of nostalgia through your veins, or brings a tear to your eye, or simply eases your soul

And how I wish I...wish I'd done a little bit more
Now 'Shoulda Would Coulda' means I'm out time
'Cause 'Shoulda Would Coulda' can't change your mind...

Is the moment gone? Or is it just playing silent assassin for now? The music's got you going and now the feelings are rushing through your body and the only way to channel that emotion is through more music, which of course leads to the vicious cycle of lyric association and a very beautiful disaster

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just wanna sit and stare at you.
I don't wanna talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just wanna cry in front of you.
I don't wanna talk about it
'Cause I'm in love with you...

Is your heart pulsing yet? Beating so hard it's about to rip through your body and drain itself of all the emotional turmoil and heartache it's been enduring, leaving you empty and your senses numbed

And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to...

You're exposed...vulnerable...but that's not so bad, is it? You know where you stand and they know how you feel...now you just wait? What's going to be said, what's going to happen...it's all down to your patience and you don't know if you can control that anymore

I don't want to wait for our lives to be over
I want to know right now, what will it be?...

What's it to be - yes?...or sorry? The decision's your's but you have no idea how to make it. You could take the chance and dive in head first, lose yourself in the moment and embrace the intensity of it all...at the risk of damaging yourself beyond repair. So now...well, now you're torn

There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
'Cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out...

Standing before you now are two paths, and you have to pick one. You could take the safety route - the one you know you'll survive through, albeit in the most undesired way...or you could take a chance. Now's your opportunity. The music's guided you this far and now's your time to follow through with it all - take that final step and keep on walking because when you stop...so does the music...

In the midst of an exciting and partially drunken voyage to the sacred Coatbridge McDonalds during the small hours of a post-Twister morning, I devoured the chicken nugget meal that lay before me, with an immediate euphoric reaction from my taste buds. Embracing the satisfaction that was dripping from my every pore, I slowly peeled back the monopoly coupon from the box that had several seconds ago contained my feast. Anticipating a mere coloured sticker that would serve no use to me, I prepared for disappointment to cloak me. A powerful volt of amazement struck my body as I waved the coupon in the air screaming obesely with glee: "I'VE WON A MCFLURRY!", grabbing the headrest of The Wilmatron's driving seat, vigorously attemtping to dislodge it as a raving flying monkey would. After failing to disrupt the driving environment, I sat back and enjoyed the pleasure of the moment before leaving my place of climax and returning to my very own lovehsack. Awaking suddenly the next morning with a surge of horror filling my bones, I realised I had misplaced the instant win woupon in an alcohol-infused blunder. Spending the following three days weeping and mourning the loss of such a precious creature, The Wilmatron exposed me to another McDonalds banquet in an attempt to comfort my despair, bringing Ambassador McGhee to help ease my pain. Driving home filled with sorrow at the lack of instant win coupons, we listened soulfully to The Fray's lyrical and melodic masterpiece How To save A Life. Suddenly, I heard The Ambassador call from behind me "What the...?", holding a small barbeque-sauce-stained piece of material. Grasping the item from Ambassador McGhee's hold, I wiped the surface of it, revealing a small section of text..."McFLURRY: INSTANT WIN". Raping the coupon with my lips, I cried tears of joy for the return of this glorious treasure. The Ambassador had given me reason to be again, saving me from an empty and couponless future. How do you save a life? Ask Ambassador McGhee...

Ambassador McGhee, I owe you my life and soul...and maybe even some remnants of my new-found McFlurry...