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"I love clothes. I love style. I love to mix and match. I love nice people who are geniune. I wish women would look out..."
More about Julie
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Schools (Other):
UCLA
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Occupation:
Secret Agent by day, Ninja by night
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Hobbies and Interests:
Going to concerts, reading self-help books so that I can become more self-aware, wardrobe styling, art, music, rock climbing, trippin' and having amazing realizations about the Universe.
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Favorite Books:
Anything that promotes personal & spiritual growth. The Four Agreements. The Alchemist. Conversations With God. Many Lives, Many Masters.
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Favorite Movies:
Spun, Made, Dumb & Dumber, Zoolander, Amelie, 28 Days Later, Shawshank Redemption, Two Can Play That Game, Sixteen Candles, You Got Served.
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Favorite Music:
The Strokes, The Mars Volta, Jeff Buckley, Anything by Mark Martinez :) & Born the Sky.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Curb your Enthusiasm, Seinfeld, Arrested Development, Da Ali G Show, The Real World Marathons, Golden Girls!
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About Me:
I love clothes. I love style. I love to mix and match. I love nice people who are geniune. I wish women would look out for each more. I love men but they would be better if they wouldnt always try to be more than friends. I love to laugh at funny things. I hate when people are too serious. I wish people would wake up and be more self-aware. I wish people would treat each other better. I want to change the world. Im working on getting the world's best glutes.
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Who I Want to Meet:
People who spare me all the Mumbo Jumbo and get to the
point. Anyone cool with an open mind. Freespirits.
People who can open my perspective even further, and
arent
afraid to stray from the norm. People who make good
friends and arent too flaky but arent super clingy
either.
I like people who like do do things and are active.
People
who tell funny jokes about poop. Senior citizens who are
actually nice and not crabby. And most of all, people who
wear great shoes! Tiva and birkenstock wearers need not
apply. I dont like it when people or animals are too needy.
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would be 1985 and Julie would be Bobby
Brown and I would be Ralph Tresvant.
some sake over a beached whale down in baja.
Who am I kidding? I don't sip. She's a kick ass,
take names kind of girl and that's why people love
her.
her already. she busted out her super-
secret ninja skills on some guy at
dinner. needless to say, he's dead now.
she's really funny when she talks sh*t
about people too. plus i like her
opinion about the two ugly-ass cows who
were acting dumb in the parking lot.
stupid b*tches. JULIE ROCKS.
julie is always fun. well, almost
always. there was this one night that
started with a coldplay show and ended
with a new found love and respect for
sean paul. somewhere in the middle
there was ear-bleeding karaoke and a
flaming wallet. yes, a flaming wallet.
ah, good times.
She was breaking wooden boards
with her spleen. Then she did the
impossible. She crushed the boar
skull that lodged in between the
seventh and eighth plank, or was it
ninth and tenth. It doesn't matter. It
was at the moment when bits of boar
skeleton splintered in my direction
that I knew she was
special...Talented. I also believe her
to have a hankering to be pirate, a
buccaneer, like in the movie. I would
also like to commend her on her
highly refined music sense( see
Shem). She is truly a rapscallion.
but the first time I saw Julie digging
in a dumpster behind Benitos on
Highland and Santa Monica I thought
Damn thats nasty. Being the good
samaritan that I am I offered to buy
her a burrito at which point she
offered me something called a happy
ending. Now I'm not really the type to
have sex with a homeless woman, but
Julie had something that most bums
don't and thats style baby. Most bums
don't keep their shit tight, but Julie
was different. I was able to overlook
her awful stench and lack of teeth and
focus on what really matters, that ass.
Damn if that thing don't make a brotha
wanna testify for Jesus. So now that I
got her all cleaned up and domesticated
don't think y'all gonna be creepin on
my shit. Get ya own homeless bitch, damn
Julie CAN, indeed, be a "delicate
flower". Just the other morning I awoke
to a terrified, B-horror movie
scream... Yes, it was Julie.
Apparently, the "delicate flower was
being harassed by an evil, possessed
cat that's been creeping around the
Martinez compound. Luckily, the ever
courageous Oribe swooped in to save the
day and rescued the "delicate flower
from the evil kitty kat. Actually, I
think it was the scream that scared the
cat away... and yes, this IS a true
story! Damn cat!!! :-)
are "friends" on "friendster"... maybe
they should make a "siblingster" but
anyway, julie indeed is my friend, and
we love to talk shi*t... delicate
flower? i think not, more like a
raging shi*t talking b*itch. But
thats why my family loves her so much,
we're just one big family full of
ass*holes.
motto, "live it up!". they recently
changed to "live it up like never
before!", but i'm not sure if julie
embodies that motto. (it's a little
much.)
that she has plenty to share, so now I am a
little hot and a little rad by association cause
I'm a little bit her friend. Maybe when we
hang out more I will get more hotness and
radness from her and then you better watch
out - Julie and I will kick your ass!