Dating Men, Friends, Activity Partners

Aug 2003

New Haven

Globochem, Lord & Taylor of the Rings

http://profiles.friendster.com/1428603

Gan Hayeled, Peck Place, Amity

Sitz-Pinklerin

I like to keep my business, social and political affiliations open. And I am in between synagogues right now.

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)

A Million Little Pieces, To Kill A Mockingbird

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)

Kleenex/Liliput, Jethro Tull, Dirty Three, Bob & Pete Seeger, Nick Cave, Johnny Cash, Holly Golightly, Beethoven's sonatas (in general), Mozart operas (in general)

Quantum Leap, Fawlty Towers, Storyteller, Twin Peaks, Star Trek (TNG), Freaks & Geeks

"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.

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.