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Interested In:
Dating Men, Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
St. Paul, MN
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BeeSteal's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1504921
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Schools:
Henry Sibley Sr., Class of 1996
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Other education:
University of Minnesota, Northwestern University
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College/University:
University of Minnesota - Twin Cities, Attended 1996 - 2000, Class of 2000, Bachelor's Degree, Family Social Science
Northwestern University, Master's Degree
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Occupation:
Graduate School Student
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What I enjoy doing:
Coffee, Reading, NPR, Good Food, Films, Live Music, Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, antiques, lip-gloss, men with dirty-hippy hair, Laughter, trashy magazines, Howard Stern radio show, the color pink, karaoke, pilates
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Favorite Books:
currents: The Red Tent, Stiff, Harry Potter (I think), and lots o' school books
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Favorite Movies:
any documentary, Uncle Buck, Dogma, The Royal Tenenbaums, Amelie, Bridget Jones's Diary, Footloose, The Bourne Identity, Waiting for Guffman
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Favorite Music:
Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Keb 'Mo, Pixies, Talking Heads, Johnny Cash, Arcade Fire, Taj Mahal, Elvis, Etta James
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Favorite TV Shows:
Lost
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
I like people, just nice people. Oh, I like funny people too.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I like my friends, but there's always room for more.
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i miss you.
bitch.
kidding- love ya!
write back soon
donelan
little airplane spoon which she makes great
sound effects for. Bzsshshshshshhshshsh. Here
it comes!
warmest smile, sparkliest eyes,
and most spectacular rack i have
ever seen- plus she's really easy,
Oh I have slipped the surly bonds of
earth/And danced the skies on
laughter-silvered wings/Sunward I've
climbed and joined the tumbling mirth/Of
sun-split clouds and done a hundred
things/You have not dreamed of, wheeled
and soared and swung/High in the sunlit
silence, hov'ring there/I've chased the
shouting wind along and flung/My eager
craft through footless halls of air/Up
up the long delirious burning blue/I've
topped the windswespt heights with easy
grace/Where never lark or even eagle
flew/And while with silent lifting mind
I trod/The high untrespassed sanctity of
space/Put out my hand and touched the
face of God.
I've been thinking about the Beatles,
I've been thinking about magic shell.
Debra is a texas mile. Debra is the
lion at the end of the hedge. Debra
glides along the surface of things, a
circus of pigs, and she drives a car.
Call her tomboy, and she'll forgive
it. It reveals that if you tried to
rearrange her she would speak Spanish,
dance Salsa. Rearrange Debra's
organs. You can't. She's that
perfect. What can you rearrange or
improve upon regarding perfection?
Nothing. You have nothing. You are
nothing. Debra is the baphomet and the
poo. Smell Debra. She is the poo.
You can't bring nothing. It can't be
broughten. It can't.
sly like that-sometimes you think she's
just one of us wandering, aimless,
unbound souls, but then she most
casually mentions that she flew to
Paris last minute for a wedding (let
her tell you-not hers) and she's busy
volunteering at the homeless leper
puppydog shelter, so she can't hang out
tonight and drink beers with you at
your loser neighborhood dive, and then
you remember, she is better than good.
She's the franchise.
lots of emails. Work related stuff.
then she came to introduce herself to
me-and made some hilarious comments
about my freakishly small bike-she
cracked me up right away! so i think
Debra's keen. Debra likes the absurd
and fun things in life...PLUS she has
REALLy cool glasses........