More About Chess
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Schools:
Bowie H S, Attended 1993 - 1994
Shaker Hts High School, Attended 1994 - 1997, Class of 1997
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College/University:
Loyola University Chicago, Attended 2000 - 2002, Class of 2002, Bachelor's Degree, Visual Communications | Graphic Design
Southern Methodist University, Attended 1997 - 1999, Other
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Occupation:
she who smokes bitches
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Hobbies and Interests:
painting, spinning records, dancing, reading, my dog hektor
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Favorite Books:
sirens of titan, 1984, the iliad, alice in wonderland, geek love, satyricon
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Favorite Movies:
anything with gore, violence, sean connery, or dragons in it
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Favorite Music:
bjork, alkaline trio, refused, botch, spoon, amon tobin, and mahler to name a few
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Favorite TV Shows:
south park, sealab 2021, aeon flux, futurama
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About Me:
i like fun. fun tends to like me.
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Who I Want to Meet:
people to come to my dance parties and maybe paul kariya.
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Testimonials and Comments for Chess
problem with that? eh, tough guy!?
baby, sorry i havent been returning
your calls... it's hard when you have
a 24/7 girlfriend... but as the
beatles said, "i'm free as a bird"
or "bitches aint shit but ho's and
tricks" -josh
dance floor chaperone... don't dance to close,
folks! none of that!! (or, you know: "EXCUSE
ME! YOU ARE NOT TAKING HER HOME
TONIGHT MAN SO DONT GET ANY STUPID
IDEAS!!" chess. i. love. you. more. than. ice.
cream. covered. in. beer.
she's already changed again. dont
stare children... she may take other
forms. yesterday she was a giraffe,
but today she's a worm. a wiggley worm
afraid to touch dirt. she loves dirt.
in chicago.. too bad she wants to be me
by copying my tattoos..
strip and I was like "who is the
weirdo who does this?". Later on, I
met Chess and understood.
Please stay
Dance with me
You don't have to admit you wanna play
Dance with me
Just let me rock you
Till the break of day
Dance with me
Are you feeling me?
Let's do something
Let's make a bet
Cause I, gotta have you naked by the
end of this song
weird porno store where you see all
this dirty stuff and you're all "Eeeeew"
but then you go home and you're like
"wait... actually... YESSSS!!!"
simple categories, those being people
who are the shit and people who aren't
even remotely the shit, the shit being
a good thing in this little scenario,
not to be equated with poopy odors or
monkey-like projectiles but instead
good warm things (which I suppose shit
is ) that are desired to have around
for a sense of both comfort and well
being and just overall happiness, if
you were to have this world in those
two categories, I would place Chess in
the former (that being the shit).