Well, as long as it's proper, I reckon you can be a loser, a cookie abuser, a battlecruiser, or anything that hits your fancy. Except that wicked version #476861258 of yours; I'd advise not to choose her.

Anything else can be proper, and that's a true display of character: facing desperate situations, catastrophic misfortunes, and still keep our cool and our "this is a Tuesday for me" signature smile. We'll make good use of those bangin' eyeliner skills; mild-messes need a layer of aesthetic appeal on top—if they want to keep us entertained, that is.

But anyway. I'll never ask about the barcode-shaped scar, but I can't promise to keep myself from performing other kinds of explorations—don't worry, I'm a professional. It's paramount that I make sure what version of the Twitter-verse I'm dealing with, and I suspect there are subtle differences in the code that I, with sufficient, deliberate scrutiny, can tacitly tell apart. Hopefully I'll stay away from version #476861258 (for obvious reasons).