Yeah, so I like to talk about myself. So freakin' what? Anyways, I figured that my 100 things is out of date, and I'm completely lethargic at the moment, so why not just sit idly at my computer and fill in the answers? The only parts of my body that have to move to do this are my hands, and considering I just did the masochism routine (a.k.a. exercising on the elliptical trainer), that's all I have energy for. So, the layer thing: LAYER ONE: -- Name: Keith -- Birth date: December 21, 1976 -- Birthplace: Brooklyn, NYC, baby! -- Current Location: Deep in the heart of Los Angeles -- Eye Color: They've been described as "warm brown," which is supposedly "sexy and comforting." At least it's not "shit brown." -- Hair Color: Jet black -- completely dark. I tried (at the insistence of an ex-girlfriend) lightening it and putting some brown in there, but my hair is so dark that I had to be standing directly under a light source for anyone to see it. -- Height: 5'9" -- Righty or Lefty: Righty -- Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius. And yes, I am a typical fire sign, according to some people who follow this stuff. Not that I put much stock in it... LAYER TWO: -- Your heritage: Eastern European/Russian mutt. -- The shoes you wore today: Today? I haven't even left my apartment yet. I'm still walking around in my sleep clothes, unshaven. -- Your weakness: Where to begin? Hot intelligent women, chocolate, pizza, the perfect song and/or remix... I could go on forever. I have many weaknesses. -- Your fears: Losing my sight or hearing. -- Your perfect pizza: There's this place in the town I grew up in that makes this amazing gorgonzola pizza. When I went back to Connecticut in May, I had to go there to get one -- I'd been dreaming about it for two years. -- Goal you'd like to achieve: World domination, evil minions, money, power, the usual. LAYER THREE: -- Your most overused phrase on AIM: "[wry smile]" -- Your first waking thoughts: I can't think when I wake up. -- Your best physical feature: Probably my eyes. -- Your most missed memory: When my grandfather used to drive me around New York and take me up to his office in the World Trade Center. (And no, he didn't die in 9/11. He died when I was 6.) LAYER FOUR: -- Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke. -- McDonald's or Burger King: In-n-Out! If I'm not in Southern California, Wendy's will do in a pinch. -- Single or group dates: I don't think I've ever been on a group date. So single dates, I guess. -- Adidas or Nike: Er? I like pudding. -- Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: I can't stand ice tea. -- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate. Weakness, remember? And to the people out there who prefer white chocolate, stop fooling yourselves -- white chocolate is not chocolate. Milk is passable, but it's dark chocolate all the way for me. -- Cappuccino or coffee: Frappuccino. LAYER FIVE: -- Smoke: Nah. Kills my singing voice. -- Cuss: Every now and then. As Lewis Black said, everyone swears -- and according to the Catholic Church, if you thought it, you said it. And if you walked outside during this past winter and your initial thought wasn't "Fuck, it's cold!" then you have anger issues. -- Sing: When am I not singing? -- Take a shower everyday: I don't let myself leave the apartment without having showered. -- Do you think you've been in love: Yeah, most likely. That might explain the stupid things I've done for some of the women I've dated. -- Want to go to college: Already done it, not planning on going back. -- Liked high school: Eh. Some parts of it. A lot of others I could've done without. -- Want to get married: Yes. -- Believe in yourself: Sure, why not? I guess since I believe in the fact that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself, I guess the only person I can count on is me. -- Get motion sickness: Never. I can read on a bus or in a car or on a train and not get sick. -- Think you're attractive: I have self-image issues. Let's just leave it at that. -- Think you're a health freak: Hello, we're talking about someone who traveled 3,000 miles for a pizza! -- Get along with your parent(s): Mom and I are on the same level. Dad... well, we love each other a lot, but there's always going to be at least a little friction there. -- Like thunderstorms: I love them. I wish L.A. had weather. I miss thunderstorms. It's one reason why I love visiting my parents in Tucson -- they have these incredible thunderstorms. -- Play an instrument: I played the trombone for 10 years, then gave it up to sing when I hit college. LAYER SIX: In the past month... -- Drank alcohol: Oh yeah. -- Smoked: No. -- Done a drug: No. -- Made Out: Yeah. -- Gone on a date: Yeah. And the aforementioned date led to the making out, but then she freaked out and decided she didn't want to date anyone who worked in the same industry as her, and that was that. -- Gone to the mall?: Well, there's a mall across the street from my office building, so I'll go over there for lunch sometimes, and there's also a movie theatre there that I'll go to. But aside from that, I haven't shopped in a mall. -- Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Not in this past month... but there was that time... -- Eaten sushi: I loooove me some sushi. I still can't believe it's been a week since I've had it. -- Been on stage: Not this month. Does backstage count? -- Been dumped: Um. Does it count if she doesn't want to date anymore after going out once? -- Gone skating: Hello? Los Angeles? Ice? -- Made homemade cookies: Do chocolate peanut butter squares count? -- Gone skinny dipping: No. -- Dyed your hair: I can't dye my hair, remember? -- Stolen Anything: Well... not in this past month, at least. LAYER SEVEN: Ever... -- Played a game that required removal of clothing: No, and I think that'd be fun. -- If so, was it mixed company: N/A. -- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Oh hell yeah. But strangely enough, I've never been hungover. -- Been caught "doing something": I've been caught doing lots of things. Are we talking illegal, sexual or stupid? -- Been called a tease: No, because I don't know how. -- Gotten beaten up: I got into a fight once when I was like 10. He knocked the wind out of me. -- Shoplifted: Nope. -- Changed who you were to fit in: Not really... never really believed in that kind of thing. I am who I am, and piss off if you don't like me. There's 6 billion people in this world, we all don't have to get along on a daily basis. I'm a pretty likable guy, but I have my limits. LAYER EIGHT: -- Age you hope to be married: I'm just hoping it'll happen at some point. -- Numbers and Names of Children: I think 2. I always wanted to name my kid "Quinn" -- it was the name I used when I was on the air. I got it from a character in a Frederick Forsyth book. And like Mikey, I like girls with names that can be shortened to boy-like names, like "Sam" for Samantha and "Alex" for Alexandra. -- Describe your Dream Wedding: Not my cup of tea. If my future wife to-be-named-later has some kind of fantasy wedding she wants to live out, that's fine with me, as long as it doesn't involve lighting me on fire in some strange ritual or something. -- How do you want to die: Painlessly and quickly. -- Where you want to go to college: Already been, not going back. -- What do you want to be when you grow up: I want to be a rockstar. Or run my own radio station. -- What country would you most like to visit: Italy, Australia, Ireland, and I'd love to see England and France again. LAYER NINE: -- Number of drugs taken illegally: Only one. -- Number of people I could trust with my life: A few. -- Number of CDs that I own: Around 1,000, I think. I haven't counted recently. -- Number of piercings: None. -- Number of tattoos: None. It's against my religion. -- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: A few times. Not enough. -- Number of scars on my body: A few... from skin injuries that didn't completely heal. -- Number of things in my past that I regret: Quite a few. I don't need people to keep lists of things I've done to try and make me feel horrible about myself on command, I do it all on my own. Jewish guilt is the second most powerful force in the universe.