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"well lets see......i love bubble tea, drawing the figmants
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More about Erik
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Schools (Other):
Fashion Institute of Technology
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Occupation:
student&office work at F.i.T./artist
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Affiliations:
church of ssweet liberation, over 9 billion satisfied!!!
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Hobbies and Interests:
books, art, letters, sounds, tastes, and fluxuating myself with dipsomania
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Favorite Books:
the ones with letters
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Favorite Movies:
the ones that are REALLY worth the price of addmition
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Favorite Music:
the ones with sound
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Favorite TV Shows:
infomercials
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About Me:
well lets see......i love bubble tea, drawing the figmants
of my imagination and cutting a rug with the natives from
time to time,bunny power,the ocassional cheese sandwich
with spicey golden brown musturd yummmmmm,i like to know
why people are so strange and why i am stuck in this crazy
place
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Who I Want to Meet:
i whant to meet a "Summer" swing with a blistering
beautifull sunbeam who isn't roasting in hunger pains of
unfortunate sercumstances, i whant the flavors in time to
spread like jelly while walking with a watermelon smiley
face with a tasty little pop tart, i whant to meet someone
so fresh so cool it's hot..........i whant to meet someone
as great as a coupon!!!!!!!!
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Erik --
('er-ik)
Function: n.
1. An intelligent, open-minded, and
sometimes sophistocated fellow.
2. Entertaining person.
3. Cultured artist.
4. Bitch-ass.
Humour + Intelligence + Empathy +
Talent + Empty Wallet = Erik. We
shall rock Upper Division.
down the stairs. i love him tho. especially
when hes covered in paint>>>>>
D)
true. erik is possibly the most
entertaining person you'll find on
campus. why? 'CAUSE HE DON'T GIVE A
SHIT!!! there needs to be more people
who don't give a shit. HYMNs FO-EVA
YO!
jk!!! erik's great for sittin in front
of the C building w/, drinkin major-
ska, gas money, tryin to do this damn
art thing w/, laughing real loud and
singing danzig so obnoctiously (?),
that all the dumb ass fashion concious
assholes at fit stare down at us in
disgust....hahhaahhah woohoo!!!!! devil
shnoz's representin'...holla!!! he's my
blood slug
MARiA MARIA GARCIA! So, after the
success of our early 90s romantic
comedy in the tradition of such
classics as Singles, Erik and I
scored a contract for our own reality
series starring myself as the
barmaid and Erik and friends as the
regulars. Audiences are sure to love
the zany hijinks of the glassy-eyed
combat trained CrackWhore, the
alcoholic bastard owner Sergio, the
occasional white trash clientele vs.
the new-school Portuguese mafia
that uses the bar as one of its fronts.
Tune in to catch all the madness,
that is, until Sergio gets tired of the
fact that I am a dumb American girl
who doesn't speak a lick of his native
language and can't pour beer
correctly.
TO COME TO ERIKPARK, I FUCKING
SERVED YOUR BEER WITH GOOD
HEAD AND WAS WILLING TO
SMASH A WINE GLASS INTO ZEBRA
LADY CRACKWHORE'S HEAD IF
SHE TOUCHED YOUR HAT, MAN,
C'MON STOP BEING GREEDY GIVE
ME ERIKPARK TIX, YO. OMG OMG
OMG.