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Jeremy Broomfield
Messaging Off
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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Apr 2003
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Hometown:
New York
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Jeremy's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/157972
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Occupation:
Eating Shit
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What I enjoy doing:
Zombies, heat, tigers (bengal or siberian ONLY), sauces.
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Favorite Books:
The Visual Display of Quantitative Information. The Elements of Style. The Physician's Desk Reference. Atlas of Oregon. Garner's Modern American Usage. Gravity's Rainbow. Infinite Jest. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. Cloud Atlas.
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Favorite Movies:
Starship Troopers. I Heart Huckabees. Miller's Crossing. Naked Lunch. Mulholland Drive. Out of Sight. Brazil. Topsy Turvy. The Conversation. American Psycho. Drowning by Numbers. The Fog of War. Election. Nashville. Beetlejuice. Romy & Michele's High School Reunion. The New World. Dr Strangelove.
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Favorite Music:
Quasi. Ratatat. Joanna Newsom. Unicorns. Islands. NMH. Matmos. Wu-Tang. Crystal Understanding. Beatles. Beach Boys. Laurie Anderson.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Shut up. Why would I tell you that?
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Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
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About Me:
I am cautiously updating this page for the first time in years, but I reserve the right to act superior towards anyone who uses it more often than that.
For a good time, visit
http://www.jeremybroomfield.com.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I would like to meet your female parent. And just so you
know and you don't get offended, I will not add any more
boys to my friends list unless I've ACTUALLY SEEN YOU IN
THE LAST YEAR. Because, like, where have you been, fake-ass
non-friend? Girls, you're ok. I like girls.
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we may have cuz I found a copy of your
zine in my bag the next day so I read
it on the subway cuz there was nothing
else to do and I'll be durned if it
wasn't actually kinda funny.
Now I sleep with the lights on for fear
of zombies, though.
FEAR NOT he sent me back in the waning days
of the old millenea. i've been building up a
cache of radar threat recordings to send to
him in exchange, but my overriding fear-of-
sending-things-to-addresses-which-might-
be-out-of-date coupled with my fear of
asking-for-new-addresses-from-people-
with-which-i've-fallen-out-of-contact have
joined with my overall general too-much-on-
my-plate-procrastination to make this nearly
impossible. oh, there's the guilt. sorry,
buddy. thank you friendster.
aliens and robots will join hands in a
kumbaya fest. we went out once. he
was a "really nice boyfriend" until i
caught him cheating on me with my other
boyfriend, nathan, and that was the end
of that.
who can tie a rope in a knot and call
it art that i won't BEAT THE CRAP
OUT OF. i miss writing you hand
written letters in high school (that i
still have, by the way). love you.
consecutive weeks in the city, i had
the honor of residing for much of that
time in jeremy's old bunk bed. for this
and other warm gestures i am still
indebted to his special generosity.
here!?! you are better than this.
have a great summer and KIT...LYLAS,
BFF!
distracted easily by shiny objects and
fun to molest. He likes ice cream and
needs lots of hugs. If prompted he
will tell you all about no touching in
the dirty place where the poop
comes, but that's a lie, he likes it and
is grateful for the ice cream.