A.J.

So what? I followed Nick here, and now look what's happened? I've become PB's man whore. Not that being a man whore really bothers me. I just want to know what the hell they're making me eat... I think it's cornflakes. I HATE cornflakes. But what is my purpose here at RINIBEAN, besides being the freaky man whore to PB? Well, I'm the designated driver. I also try to convince the crew here to stay sober. That's the biggest challenge I've ever faced. And here's one for you Nick. Why the hell do you have all of those cans of Diet Pepsi, Coke, and bottles of Orange Juice around you? I like to have all those different types of chasers, just in case someone offers me something to drink. *glares* You're worse than I ever was, you drunk. I AM NOT A DRUNK! Whatever, man. Just let me write myself a bio already. Name: Alexander James (AJ) McLean Birthday: 1/9/78 Birthplace: West Palm Beach, FL Hair: Brown Eyes: Brown Family: Denise – mom; AJ’s an only child. Favorite Color: Yellow Favorite Food: McDonalds Pets: A dachshund named Toby and two Yorkshire’s named Jack D and Vegas Musical Instruments: Bass Guitar, Piano, turntables Favorite Music: Boyz II Men, Silk, POD, System of a Down, Daft Punk, Linkin Park Astrological Sign: Capricorn Favorite Film: Pulp Fiction Favorite TV Show: Seinfeld Favorite Book: Witches Favorite Actor: Edward Norton Favorite Cologne: Joop Hobbies: Dancing, photography, writing, poetry, billiards, shopping, bowling Favorite Foreign Destination: Italy Dude, you're lame. Well, at least I'm not an addict anymore. Whatever Bone. I'm off for some twinkies and beer. Wanna come? *shakes head* You just don't get it, do you?