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This is not my baby, even though we are both bald.
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"It was miracle I even got out of Longwood alive. This
town full of men with big mouths and no guts. I mean if
you can..."
More about rumaan
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More About rumaan
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Occupation:
writer
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Hobbies and Interests:
making out
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Favorite Books:
The Magic Mountain, Pale Fire, The Point, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, The Death of the Heart, Anna Karenina, Buddenbrooks; anything by Lydia Davis, Lorrie Moore, John Cheever, Thomas Hardy, DH Lawrence, Henry James
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Favorite Movies:
Safe, Red, Short Cuts, Hannah and Her Sisters, Crimes and Misdemeanors, Husbands and Wives, The Sweet Hereafter, Talk to Her, Party Girl, Swimming Pool
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Favorite Music:
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Bjork, The Birthday Party, Talking Heads, PJ Harvey, Quasi, David Bowie, Pulp, Catpower, The Pixies, Frank Black, Stephen Patrick, Smiths, Yoko Ono
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Favorite TV Shows:
Anything on the WB not involving magic or witches
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Zodiac Sign:
Leo
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About Me:
It was miracle I even got out of Longwood alive. This
town full of men with big mouths and no guts. I mean if
you can just picture it: the whole third floor of the hotel
gutted by the blast, and the street below showered in
shards of broken glass, and all the drunks pouring out
of the dance hall, staring up at the smoke and the
flames, and the blind pencil-seller, waving his stick,
shouting for his dog that lay dead by the side of the
road. And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the
car, closing my eyes and actually praying, not to God
above, but to you, saying, 'Help me girl. Help me girl. I'll
love you till the end of the world. With your eyes black
as coal and your long dark curls.' Some things we
plan. We sit, and we invent, and we plot, and cook up.
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry. And it was
this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs to
say my last goodbye, to her hair white as snow, and her
pale blue eyes, saying, 'I got to go, I got to go,' the
bomb and the breadbasket are ready to blow. In this
town of men with big mouths and no guts, the pencil
seller's dog, spooked by the explosion, leaping under
my wheels as I careen out of Longwood on my way to
you, waiting in your dress, in your dress of blue. I said
"Thank you girl, thank you girl. I'll love you till the end of
the world. With your eyes black as coal, and your long
dark curls." And with the horses prancing through the
fields, with my knife in my jeans and the rain on the
shield, I sing a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
waiting for me, in your dress of blue. Thank you girl,
thank you girl, I'll love you till the end of the world. With
your eyes black as coal, and your long dark curls.
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Testimonials and Comments for rumaan
like that.
lunch w/ rumaan, i knew we shared more
than just edamame. my brother from
another mother...
also left me off his list of interests, a
mutual appreciation of ice cream
sandwiches keeps us on good
terms. And, he's clearly an asset on
one's Trivial Pursuit team. And, his
name rhymes with all sorts of things,
which is very amusing.
mail buddy and my favorite person to
talk about books, clothes and life
with. Someday I will edit his first
bestselling novel. But until that
happy occasion, I'll settle for our far-
too-infrequent coffee dates. I love
you, Ru!
shares my love of US Weekly and
shopping to fill the hole in our lives.
favorite people, i think i would come
up with rumaan only. i have never
wanted someone to be straight so
badly. he makes me laugh, i make
him laugh. it's the perfect
relationship. i also think he is as
brillant as they come. i sit down and
try to read other parts of the Times
besides Sunday Styles in order to
show him that i can be smart too.
out into laughter, you feel instantly validated
as a smart and funny and relevant person.
He just has that power. I plan on reading
every book on his favorite books list as my
summer reading assigment for personal
improvement.
was Poland 1947 and we took absynthe in
the old graveyard and wandered around
for hours pretending to be Frenchmen
and chasing tourists with baguettes. Oh
wait, that wasn't Rumaan, it was
someone else. Ok. Well, I won't go into
how cute and charming Rumaan is, and
that he looks hot in jeans, because you
all know that already. I will, however,
tell you that Rumaan was in a dead heat
competition with Alan Cumming for the
casting of nightcrawler in X2, but
Rumaan was disqualified for
(quote) "perhaps being more agile than
nightcrawler himself".
yes. now you know new things.