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Occupation:
designer of sorts
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Hobbies and Interests:
watching the cool kids play dance dance revolution, putt putt, bangs, the beach, dice, velour, million dollar ideas, pepe's galley on venice blvd, chocolate flavored reddi-wip, home made chocolate chip cookies, randomness
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Favorite Books:
portnoys complaint, the fountainhead, filth, american psycho
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Favorite Movies:
rushmore, royal tenenbaums, babyboy, goodfellas, fight club, planes tranes and automobiles, groundhog day, city of god, anything where i can eat sour patch kids...
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Favorite Music:
nice n smooth, flaming lips, talib kweli, randy newman, sigur ros, weekend players, handsome boy modelling school, damien rice, isaac hayes, van morrison, my ring tone is erik b. and rakim's paid in full (think that pretty much says it all)
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Favorite TV Shows:
simpsons, curb your enthusiasm, family guy, i could see myself getting sucked into O.C.
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About Me:
i never half-step cuz im not a half-steppa...
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Who I Want to Meet:
everyone. currently, im kind of curious about this jacob
the jeweler guy...not in like a bi-curious sorta way, but
more in like a "how do i get my ish frozen" way...
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spots".....
boy...
today....
sitting right besides you when you
are in trouble, be it not being able to
form intelligible sentences, or play
dumb enough at the building
department, cuz he'll just tse tse tse
away, make you feel like he's on your
side, and let you hold on to his shirt
for two hours or four if you have to.
dude, where were you yesterday
when that lady toasted me....no, i did
not get that permit. and yes, you can
have my cookie anytime.
bastards...
apartment for 5 hours watching my
roommate shroom into 4 different
dimensions. even though he was just
stopping by on his way to a chichi
party in the hills, he stayed so that
my roomie could hold onto him and talk
to her slippers.
and then there was another time, on our
way back from vegas, we stopped in the
desert where it was pitch black and ran
around blinding each other with camera
flashes. great hair cape, by the way.
can succesfully wear a Spike Lee "Do
the Right Thing" t-shirt and hang out
in Leimert Park after dark.
close to someone about whom I know so
little. Whenever we talk, C$ will ask
me afterward how Goldie's doing. And I
realize that I have no idea. Now, it
could be due to the fact that he's a
very good listener (or that I'm
incredibly self-absorbed), but I'm
still not convinced he's not a secret
agent, intermittently called off to
some dark corner of the world to face
unspeakable danger, while we innocents
sit at home and stuff our pieholes.