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Raquel
does anyone go on friendster anymore? 03/15/2007
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Interested In:
Dating Men, Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
New Haven
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Company:
Globochem, Lord & Taylor of the Rings
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Raquel's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1428603
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Other education:
Gan Hayeled, Peck Place, Amity
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Occupation:
Sitz-Pinklerin
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Affiliations:
I like to keep my business, social and political affiliations open. And I am in between synagogues right now.
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What I enjoy doing:
malted milkshakes (vanilla), combing (your hair), paletas (hibiscus), touching (yarns), shoes (thin soles), the Mets (1986), the Mets (opera house & museum), radio (www.motor.de), tea (the Earl of Grey), beer (Schneider Weisse), zombies (flesh-eating)
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Favorite Books:
A Million Little Pieces, To Kill A Mockingbird
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Favorite Movies:
Das Leben Ist Eine Baustelle, 9 Songs, Alice & Kitty, Flirting, If..., Dieu Est Grand Je Suis Toute Petite, Wizard People Dear Reader, Immortal Beloved, The Purple Rose of Cairo, The Thin Man, Dawn of the Dead (the remake)
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Favorite Music:
Kleenex/Liliput, Jethro Tull, Dirty Three, Bob & Pete Seeger, Nick Cave, Johnny Cash, Holly Golightly, Beethoven's sonatas (in general), Mozart operas (in general)
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Favorite TV Shows:
Quantum Leap, Fawlty Towers, Storyteller, Twin Peaks, Star Trek (TNG), Freaks & Geeks
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About Me:
"Rippin' skate punk crammed down your throat!"
I can't tell a ghoststory if my life depended on it - and my life usually does depend on it - that's the weird thing. The ghost just stands there (glowing), threatening to kill me if I don't give him a good story. But, I guess as executive producer, I should be giving him material he can use that will make him popular. I mean, he is a regular ghost.....he's got rent to pay and ghost-babies to feed, a nagging ghost-wife to keep happy (and possibly a ghost-mistress to bejewel). And the problem is, the material that I give him doesn't branch out too far from the stuff that made him a hit in the first place. He's complaining that he's tired of Ouija boards and creepy moaning. He wants to start doing comedy, and I don't think he's ready. Or maybe it's me. Maybe I'm not ready. He never does kill me in the end, despite the shit I give him. He knows that he needs me. And I think I need him too.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Ida Sessions. Rollo Tomasi. Simpering fools, mensches, ninnies, and over-educated twits.
Alain Delon.
The Gotti boys!
Zombies...wait....I take that back. I don't want to meet zombies. I mean, I think they are interesting, but only because it's impossible for them to exist. If I did actually meet them, I would probably freak out - I'm afraid of being eaten alive. And I'm not a fast runner. If I had a choice, I would want to meet the old Romero zombies, not the Sarah Polley new ones that can move fast (really, really fast).
The guy who stole my favorite sweater/jacket. I want to shake his hand, forgive him, and thank him for teaching me that material things are unnecessary in this life. (I'm just kinda cold and lonely without it sometimes.)
And someone who plays flute in a f*cking rock band. I'm not joking.
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i wish i was
gay
so i could be
queer
for her
has lotsa secrets
dont believe her
if she says she doesn't
for instance
just one example
nobody knows
where she really was
last night
trampy
but there is something
chaplin-esque
about my little friend
& the way she
lives & acts
friendster that i needed to get some
friends....oh looks like the student has
surpassed the master now...how about
them apples
officer
i'd like to report a girl with a lotta
chutzpuh
she used to date men
the putzes!