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"i like to dance, cook, eat, drink, watch t.v., play video
games, learn languages, sew, and talk."
More about Maureen
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Occupation:
Student
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Hobbies and Interests:
drinking to forget, J-pop, dan5513, Andy Warhol
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Favorite Books:
anything by chuck palenhuek, kurt vonnegut, clive barker
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Favorite Movies:
fight club, the big leobowski, edward scissorhands, the matrix, repo man, anything with crispin glover, liquid sky
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Favorite Music:
the cure, pulp, radiohead, interpol, belle and sebastian
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Favorite TV Shows:
japanese quiz shows, japanese anime, simpsons, kids in the hall, strangers with candy, aeonflux, reign the conqueror, X
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About Me:
i like to dance, cook, eat, drink, watch t.v., play video
games, learn languages, sew, and talk.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I want to meet a guy who would dress up as woody from toy
story; someone who will sing and play the guitar, but is
not in a band. i would like a guy who is cheerful and knows
how to laugh.
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dawg mean.
1-3 looks like she was at a coffee and
met a interesting boy that she could
show her artistic side with. She talked,
she related, she got crazy.
4-6 shows that she is groggy and
doesn't quite understand what
happened to her. Was that boy a
dream? a mere figmint (yum, figs &
mint) of her vivid imagination?
to take pictures of maureen while she
slept. just because i will never
forgive her for the same offense.
i love sleepy time maureen so much
that i will keep my feminine charms
away from her boyfriend. and she likes
bread. bitchen.
She can sure fuck up a hot dog.
Oh wait. Thats me.
No wait, that's her cuz I don't eat
meat.
But wait, that is me, cuz I really
like to fuck up hot dogs.
No. No. No. I was right the first time.
She really can fuck up a hot dog. I
saw it.
The hot dog stole her purse (and her
heart. Like San Francisco) and she
chased after it into an alley and
man.. Let's just say, she fucked up
that hot dog. Not a pretty sight.
Ketchup stains everywhere. Not to
mention the sourkraut. Sheeiitt. That
thing never saw it coming.
Well I guess it did cuz it stole her
purse.
She got it back though.. it had a
tear.. on the right corner. Just a
hairline split. Nothing to write home
about. But she did anyway. She was
all, "dear Mom. I fucked up a hot dog
today as it was trying to steal my
purse.." you know how the rest goes..
oh you don't? Well, do I have to write
it down for ya? Fuck this, I'm outta
here.
I love you, buttlord.
maureen. (outside of fashion island no
less) one time i hallucinated that
maureen was sitting on the edge of the
bathtub in a tutu while i puked in her
toliet and teetered on the edge of
alcohol poisoning. one time she was a
troll on my roof. one time she hid me
from the cops
and my dad when i ran away. one time
she let me run around in her yard with
a little dress on and no shoes in the
middle of winter for hours in front of
hundreds of people cuz she thought
that was funny. one time she almost
killed me by making a u turn on
pacific coast highway at speed
because...well i am not quite sure
why. one time she helped me pick lint
off my hoodie all day at high school.
maureen is why i dont leave my house
and why i love tv and food.
remembering from high school.
(sing to the song; Log)
Whhhhhaaaaaattttt smells like farts,
finger's the nose,
has an overly friendly dog?
has cake in her bag,
and has a super cute friend (thats me!),
Maureen nee beany...
MAAAUUUREEENY
BEANY..
She's better than cool,
Shes neat!
With that said..
Maureen and I used to hitch rides to
Golden Gate park where we would dance
naked to music. Who the band was, I
don't know, I was too looped up on Acid
and shrooms while makin out with
Maureen to know the difference.
Those were the days..
those. were. the. days.
going to make fun of her, I was going
to comment on how much cake she eats,
The amount is conciderable. While i
was saying "You probably have cake in
a zip-lock bag, in your purse..." She
pulled a cake in a zip lock bag out of
her FUCKING PURSE!Is that shit not
creepy, am I creepy for thinking that
it's creepy?
coming home after a long day's work
than turning on some soft, romantic
music, lowering the lights, crawling
into bed and cuddling up next to the
paper mache effigy I made of Maureen.
It's not quite the same as when I used
to break into her house at night and
sleep next to her without her
knowledge, but with today's
advancements in home security I have to
systems settle for what I can get.