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Kate Purdy
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Interested In:
Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
May 2003
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Hometown:
Texico
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Kate's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/278404
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Occupation:
I'm a purv. A purveyor
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What I enjoy doing:
stories, parlour games, brain teazers, group projects!, gretchen's closet, highschool crushes, coppertone, falling in love with best friends aka sexless co-dependencies, nerd stuff
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Favorite Books:
James and the Giant Peach, Water Babies, I heart Chabon, Vonnegut, Barbara Ehrenreich, and Roth
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Favorite Movies:
Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, Raizing Arizona - except I hate the biker, Election, Clueless, Goodfellas, Imitation of Life, Stella Dallas, Favorite moment in film? When those fucking cute little crippled pirate kids sing that blue bird song in Naked Kiss
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Favorite Music:
Le Tigre, Weezer's blue album, Velvet Underground, Yo La Tengo, Paul Simon
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Favorite TV Shows:
Freaks and Geeks, The Daily Show with John Stewart, Six Feet Under, And, any show where a blonde, white-woman has super natural powers: I dream of Jeanie, Bewitched, Out of this World, Sabrina the Teenage Witch
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ever laid eyes upon. Phrenologists should study
and marvel at its raw perfection.
one person. I just wanted to weigh in and say that
Kate terrifies me. I'm constantly under the
impression that she's going to hit me with the back
of her hand at any second. That's why she's so
exciting to be around.
say "Yes" to the sunlight makes me
weep, weep... I feel so deeply.
little surly and she douses you in
lymph!
not talking about the kind of sand
storm where people stand under their
awnings drinking High Life saying
things like, 'Well, the sky has been
kind of wet lately. I guess we could
use some sand.' No. This was the kind
of sand storm where people hide under
rocks, speak in tongues and say things
like 'Oh, why do I have to die on a
Wednesday?! Yahweh, I'd spit in your
general direction, but my mouth is full
of sand!' The camels were long gone,
the supplies torn to shreds, and the
mummies were all around us. It's down
to me, Kate, Pacifist Pete, two flares
and a deck of cards. Long story short,
Kate takes the flares, does an ancient
Incan dance to soothe the skies, then
teaches the mummies how to play Indian
Poker. Boy, was I impressed. Of course,
she couldn't save Pete. But she did
have a great recipe for leg of man!
bosom and have you not notice...make me
comfty and warms...
can make that phone call. if an event
needs to be organized, kate can
organize that event. if a gallon of
chocolate soy milk needs to be finished
in a half hour, kate can drink it. if a
baby or puppy needs to be squeezed too
tightly, kate can make it happen. what
can't kate do? nothing.
about to go on stage to do our
celebrated 2 person show "Kate and Bob
Connect!" when some disgruntled theatre
employee went crazy and threw an Oreo
cookie at you. I was outraged and you
were saddened and after I made sure you
were OK I went to kill that son of a
bitch, like literally kill him dead and
you didn't want me to go to jail so you
tried to stop me so I had to seriously
wrestle with my testosto-urge to
murder, because I saw that you really
cared about me. So you were telling me
not to be a killer, in the middle of
Hollywood Blvd, I was wrestling with my
primal emotions and then my alarm clock
went off, signalling the beginning of
another work week at eUniverse, where I
do business development for a humungoid
network of entertainment websites,
quite a different charge from
protecting your maidenly honor. But
know this: should anyone defile you or
show you the slightest disrespect, on
any occasion, I will kill them dead,
without reservation. So it is written,
so it shall be done.
what, you've gone and made pretty
friends? do you, like go to spas and
date the progeny of celebs now? sign me
up for some of that! i miss you!