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Interested In:
Friends
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Member Since:
Sep 2003
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Hometown:
Kansas City - Detroit -Chicago
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Amy's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/2089334
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Occupation:
random generator of hyperbole
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What I enjoy doing:
photography, art, gardening, poker, live music, cruisin in classic cars, reading, living, thinking, dancing in the living room and laughing until my sides hurt
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Favorite Books:
Geek Love, The General in His Labyrinth, Blue Highways, 100 Selected Poems by E. E. Cummings, Alias Grace
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Favorite Movies:
Brazil, Blade Runner, Princess Bride, Rocky Horror, Donnie Darko, My Neighbor Totoro
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Favorite Music:
Climax Golden Twins, Tom Waits, Spiritualized, AC/DC, St Germain, Prince, Roxy Music, Coltrane, Joe Henry, Chet Baker, Lucinda Williams, Peter Case, Franz Ferdinand, Bowie, Joy Division, Scissor Sisters, Love and Rockets, Royksopp, Samia Farah - mix it up with a bit of Johnny Cash and we got a road trip
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About Me:
creative, lighthearted, social, bold yet shy, quirky, artist in a corporate lackeys body, giggler, poker player, unusual, inventive, sleeper, roadtripper, loyal friend and attempter to craft the perfect mix cd - right now as a matter of fact - what goes after nicola conte's bossa per due and before epie by royksopp?
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Who I Want to Meet:
tom waits, edna st. vincent millay, the guy who designed the very first mustang, sally mann, matthew barney, david bowie - today tho i'd really like to meet someone who can help me turn an old table top jukebox into a lamp
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chromosome that I lost. I know this because my
infatuation with her was somehow outweighed by
the urge to braid her hair. She is the kind of
woman that I strive to feel worthy of emulating,
even if I don't quite get the smile right. She made a
lot of long grey days a lot less grey.
mermaid I ever loved. And all because
of my evil twin Bloysius. I hadn't
told her about him, hoped they'd never
meet, he's such an evil jerk. One day
he came to town unexpectedly, and I
agreed to let him stay on my couch for
a couple days. Amy came in and caught
him spawning with a flounder-- she
thought he was me. By the time I
found out what had happened, she had
shed her tail and left the sea
forever. I couldn't let her go. I
swore to find herthe swimming, the
fishing nets, the pet stores, it took
years. I finally managed to move into
her office building, and I see her
almost every day, but she won't even
look at me. And I love her like it was
all yesterday. AAAAMY! I LOOOOOOVE
YOOOUUUUUU! AAAAAAMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY!
it be laughing with you, at you, or
even at herself. Sometimes she will
laugh spontaneously after a pregnant
pause and one will never know what
mental machinations happened in her
pretty little head to create such an
outburst. Amy knows who the best lead
singer for Black Sabbath is and has
submitted a PhD thesis toward that
fact. She has no fear of the void,
although she has a great distaste for
it, and has even been known to smash
a vacuum into smithereens as a
symbolic statement towards such. And
she is a Grand Dragon Master of the
Sacred three F's.
outside, sweet and soft on the
inside, and a bit trashy... but in a
good way. She's an abundance of
contradictions that will keep you
guessing and wanting more. There's
never a dull moment. She's a great
friend and a fabulous photographer
that can do more with a $10 toy
camera than anyone I know.
together in the mix at a job that
tortured us both. We became fast
friends. She gave me the courage to
get inked - and as a result she will be
with me for life! And yes, it's true
we shared many cheap drinks late into
the night way back when.
late at night (well, late for me) to
tell me about the latest happenings in
her existence. She makes me laugh and
also challenges my ability to dole out
sage advice with some of the stuff she
gets into. I won't get too specific or
name names, but I could make money by
taping this stuff! I love and adore
her. She is the kind of girlfriend
everyone needs. The kind who would
come over to your house in the middle
of the night armed with wine and
cigarettes if you called in crisis and
needed company. Also the kind who
would sign you up to get on stage and
karaoke a Guns & Roses song without
your knowledge. Because she knows
you're drunk enough and you'll do it
and it will entertain the hell out of
her.
something stupid I call Amy. Somehow
she's amazingly comfortable telling me
just how stupid I'm being. And for some
odd reason I find this strangely
comforting.
She's beautiful and fun and her
photography is brilliant. And she's
from Detroit so don't !@#$ with her.