I'm 47, AGAIN, live in the East Valley/Phoenix area. A spacecraft dropped me off in the Godforsaken desert in February 1996 after an overnight ride from Huntington Beach. The problem is, the spacecraft forgot to take me back to the beach and since then I've become a desert rat, hide tanned from the much over-rated sun rays of the Arizona desert. Damn, where IS that spacecraft? I'm still waiting to go home. ROCHELLE PHONE HOME!!!!

I have three tattoos and want two more. They are tats that can be easily covered. They're not cheap or slutty. I like tatts but no piercings, ouchie-whoa!