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Emily
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"I think I am one of the last people in the free world to be on Friendster and I really had no interest until Miriam offered..."
More about Emily
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Schools (Other):
Macalester College
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Occupation:
Office Wife
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Hobbies and Interests:
Cooking, staring at people on the bus, reading, eating my roommate's coffee cake, wearing skirts, peanut butter, box wine
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Favorite Books:
Lolita, The Darling, Ham on Rye, Fraud
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Favorite Movies:
Rushmore, Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead, Heathers, Don't Look Now
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Favorite Music:
Dolly Parton, Bjork, the whole Wainwright family, M.I.A., Tom Waits, PJ Harvey, Bob Dylan, Cher, K-Fed, Ghost Peeps
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Six Feet Under, Freaks and Geeks
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About Me:
I think I am one of the last people in the free world to be on Friendster and I really had no interest until Miriam offered to write a testimonial about how much peanut butter I eat, which made me realize that Friendster must satisfy that need we all have to hear people say really witty things about us as if we can't hear them. Sort of like being honored at a Friar's Club Roast, only not so harsh.
So bring it on, people, make sure I know just how freakin' charming you think I am! (But try to leave out the parts about how sometimes my stories are too long and aren't that funny and eat food products that aren't mine and I have a tendency to let our really nasty burps without apologizing or acknowledging it...)
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Emily introduced me to the Hickory Hut. Together, we were the only white girls in that joint, and we purposefully dehyrated ourselves eating their ribs, chicken, french fries, potato salad, beans, coleslaw and fried okra (this is was our regular order, usually consumed in two sittings) while watching such classics as, "Coal Miner's Daughter" and "A Star is Born." We new this particular brand of fun self-abuse had reached new heights when we entered the Hickory Hut, and approached the counter as usual. The cashier took one look at lovely Emily and said, "Half a chicken, right?" Emily has remarked that she didn't know whether she felt a deep sense of accomplishment or crippling embarrassment at that moment. I was proud. I'm always proud of my girl.