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"at this moment in time there is only one word that describes me...CRAZY! just plain bonkers! oui oui!"
More about Lauren
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Schools (Other):
BVNW...espresso machine and all.
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Occupation:
proffesional counter girl and saleslady.
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Affiliations:
Thespian, Babysitters club, Love Garden Sluts
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Hobbies and Interests:
singing, doodling, texting, smoochin, pizza, records, power shopping, slumber parties
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Favorite Books:
Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Wicked, Pride and Prejudice
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Favorite Movies:
Donnie Darko, The Sandlot, Lord of the Rings, Valley Girl, Mean Girls, Wet Hot American Summer
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Favorite Music:
dogs die in hot cars, the futureheads, rod stewart (old), the decemberists, clearlake, the replacements, Augie March, The beach boys, Q and not U, Arcade Fire, The Zombies, Rufus Wainwright, Talking Heads, Of Montreal, Rogue Wave, i love "Everyone's gone to the movies" off of Steely Dan's album Katy Lied. the shins
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Favorite TV Shows:
My So Called Life, The O.C., American Idol
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About Me:
at this moment in time there is only one word that describes me...CRAZY! just plain bonkers! oui oui!
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Who I Want to Meet:
a nice boy who likes to cook, dance, get drunk with me, sit at home, put up with my whining, and loves me. done and done.
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saturaday, then the next morning i got a
refried bean with extra cheese from taco johns
as soon as they opened. i think i need to
rethink my lifestyle.
testimonials as I have and you started
this shit way late in the game? you really
are hot stuff! Boys... hand off.
uses her hipness to get into the hippest
hip places. She also has nice hips.
She used to be a hippy but now she's a
hipster, although she is definitely not a
hippopotamous...they are not hip.
I guess her "hipness" started in
Kindergarten, when she said I couldn't
borrow her oversized pencil and big-
chief tablet because I wasn't hip
enough. Later on, she said I couldn't be
in OM cause I wasn't hip enough. Then,
about the end of highschool, I nearly
caught up with her level of hiptitude. But
alas, I fell behind.
pretenders and the talking heads all
night with her. i like her short skirts, her
singing voice, and her adorable,
scraped knees. i find it endearing when
she tries to make me more feminine
than i really am. what will i do without
her?! new york sucks. 1219 forever.