here is one foxy, smart, talented, sweet, cool jew. guys, she's too good for you, so don't even try! you can go look at her photos though - they're open to the public. she gots mad camera skills yo and if her pictures were a train, you should get on board.
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Emma is a wonderfully... hmmm... boring
drone of a human being whose only interest
is computers. Sometimes i wonder if she's a
human being at all. I've tried to get a peek at
her hairline to see the stitches where the
skin is actually stretched over her
mechanical head. At her job she is sitting at
a computer all day grumbling about new
photoshop plugins and sending spitballs to
the other people on her row. At days end,
the train ride home is a brief moment of
levity and introspection as she hurries
through her door, throws off her high heels
and relaxes in front of the soft blue green
light of her own personal computer. Time on
Friendster is a welcome sanctuary for this
cybertronic infodiva ultrahactomation. stay
away , she might explode!
Emma is a shining star, a souped-up
car, a Cuban cigar, beluga caviar.
Emma is a dream-boat, a cashmere coat,
a venom antidote, a kiss on the
throat. Seriously, Emma rocks my
world, I miss her to pieces, could you
all write her and beg her to move to
New York? I'll pay you five bucks a
pop . . .
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drone of a human being whose only interest
is computers. Sometimes i wonder if she's a
human being at all. I've tried to get a peek at
her hairline to see the stitches where the
skin is actually stretched over her
mechanical head. At her job she is sitting at
a computer all day grumbling about new
photoshop plugins and sending spitballs to
the other people on her row. At days end,
the train ride home is a brief moment of
levity and introspection as she hurries
through her door, throws off her high heels
and relaxes in front of the soft blue green
light of her own personal computer. Time on
Friendster is a welcome sanctuary for this
cybertronic infodiva ultrahactomation. stay
away , she might explode!
car, a Cuban cigar, beluga caviar.
Emma is a dream-boat, a cashmere coat,
a venom antidote, a kiss on the
throat. Seriously, Emma rocks my
world, I miss her to pieces, could you
all write her and beg her to move to
New York? I'll pay you five bucks a
pop . . .