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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
May 2003
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Hometown:
pacific grove/woods hole
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Company:
www.ybca.org
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Mara's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/197788
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Schools:
Pacific Grove High, Attended 1994 - 1997, Class of 1997
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College/University:
Mills College, Attended - , Class of 2001, Bachelor's Degree, Poli Sci
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Occupation:
singing total eclipse of the heart and parties
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What I enjoy doing:
bed reading including contemporary fiction/sunday times/new yorkers, mentoring people interested in arts administration, talking too loudly, business calculus, separating fiction from non-fiction, denying my backbone, diapraghmatic (which I can't spell) breathing, that "jumble" game on the funnies section of the paper, kicking cliches out to the curb and democratic pro choice women running for president.
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Favorite Books:
jane eyre, water music, the god of small things, any human heart, raised in captivity
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Favorite Movies:
On a big Agnes Varda kick right now. Though i have this weird affliction where I mean to rent Anchorman or something equally light and end up renting holocaust flicks, really weird.
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Favorite Music:
francoise hardy, harry nilsson, martha reeves and the vandellas, will oldham, oscar peterson, the clientele, and teddy pendegrass
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Favorite TV Shows:
really into watching those 7up movies right now, I am in their 30s, intense! west wing has changed my life as well.
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About Me:
accomplishments: once published in archie magazine at the age of 7 about my childhood on a houseboat, once on NBC special at the age of 8 on children growing up with single dads, won the math fair in 8th grade for my exhibit on "how to measure a tree without cutting it down", won 11th grade history day competition with theatre piece on Josephine Baker (where I was Josephine Baker, we can talk about that later) Companion to a 98 year old woman, who has changed my life. talents: can touch tongue to nose (or is that more genetics then talents?), can play "blowin in the wind", big hair (not on purpose), tambourine shaking, baton twirling, raising dollars, cartwheels, fielding, not making bed, making chicken lemongrass soup, throwing parties for 3,000 people, karaoke, clamming,driving a tugboat, singing cher songs, going to a's games, cuddling and social butterflying. I have sort of fucked up teeth, people say that they are cute, i get that a lot "super cute".
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Who I Want to Meet:
Mark Twain
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just my favorite in general, actually --
if she ever moves or switches jobs, my
life will get a whole lot lonelier.
the goodest...
history. No, it didn't originate from
Plume's, the coffee shop where rejected
goths gather. To begin with, I'd have
to say that I love all of Mara, not
just an extention of her i.e. her ass.
She's devilishly divine, classy,
fabulous, and dances better than Paula
Abdul in "Cold Hearted Snake.". Without
her, I would have been a self-loathing
ass all the time, but she has this
adorable voice. I relish the moments
when I can mimic it. The beauty of
those moments is that she doesn't slap
me, when I do mimic her -infront of
her. Hugs and PBR.
yes-or-no questions of the magic
eightball, pretty pretty shoes, and
leaving pots on the stove. that's why
i love her.
testimonial to the wonder that is
Mara's Ass. Mara's Ass is a peach. A
ripe (soft, yet firm) circle of sex
appeal. I have yet to put her on
a "barely legal" porn site to pay for
my extravagant lifestyle, and the
lifestyle of my luscious non-sexual
lesbian life partner, Rachel...but I
will - soon. Mara's not so bad, either.
@ the tender Age of Nine...?
to persue a lucrative crosswordpuzzelbuisness
Show girls arejust born to Win.
than mine but i don't mind -- people
with fucked up teeth have to stick by
other people with fucked up teeth.
welcome to the mission, kid.
would be a marathon for you. This is
true because you wouldn't dare strain
yourself to even bother attempting the
middle part. Sure, you'd take off from
the starting line like everyone else,
but when no one is looking, you'd slink
away through the side streets. Then
once you've moped around long enough,
you'd hop on your moped and race up to
catch the crowd, just in time to cross
the finish line in all your phony,
postured glory.