I'm Not Dead. Nope. Matter of fact I'm still here, still producing the most hideous aural dogshit you've ever heard. I'm all about the angst, baby. I'm troubled. Men do me wrong. And, yes, I have got short hair. Deal with it. What's wrong with you... you never seen a feisty woman before? I'm bulshy. I've got balls. I make my own decisions. I am, quite simply, a twat.