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"So, I tell these stories called "Heathers". Basically,
they're short, irrelevent, pointless stories that seem to
come..."
More about Heather
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Schools (Other):
lots of them
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Occupation:
professional tambourine tuner
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Hobbies and Interests:
cartwheels, ugly dogs, cats that fetch, wrinkly-leathery old people, dancing around in my underwear, spinning around until I can't stand up, air guitar, laughter, laughing, anything that makes me smile, I've made an art form out of burping, concocting magic potions, and maybe just life in general
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Favorite Books:
Old Angel Midnight, Tristessa, The Cantebury Tales, The Road Less Traveled, People of the Lie, A Light In The Attic, Memoirs Of A Geisha
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Favorite Movies:
Harold and Maude, Donnie Darko, The Never Ending Story, Airplane, Heavy Metal, Wes Anderson films, Singing In The Rain, Waking Life...and so on and so on
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Favorite Music:
The Shins, The Pixies, Siouxie, The Cure, TRex, Elliott Smith, Radiohead, Bjork, Magnetic Fields, David Bowie, The Velvet Underground, The Beatles, Lamb, Morcheeba, Badly Drawn Boy, Belle and Sebastian, Modest Mouse, Sunnyday Real Estate and so on...
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Favorite TV Shows:
Family Guy, Simpsons, Inuyasha, Cowboy Bebop, Conan, Kids In The Hall, Dave Chapelle, Anderson Cooper
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About Me:
So, I tell these stories called "Heathers". Basically,
they're short, irrelevent, pointless stories that seem to
come out of nowhere...yeah, they're great.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I really think I would like to meet the rest of my
personalities. So far, I've become acquainted with an old
Jewish man, a feisty Mexican lady, a pretentious Brit and I
have been known to think I'm George Jefferson.
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work from a poor defensless falafal
eating cab driver? Who else would
actually drink a couple of yuenglings
and shot of jameson then ask a cop if
she can drive his MTA bus....and gets
to? ONLY heather......gotta love this
girl. Careful though....she likes to call
you from the toliet....it's a weird thing
she does. =)
looking at my butt. Which is okay,
because I am love with the way she
shakes her martinis.......one hot bitch.
After one night with her I woke up the
next day with red bumps all over my
body and mold or something on my lower
parts. Granted, the mold was from
swimming nude in the polluted Bay and
the red bumps were nocium bites. But
still!