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I like giant drinks on fire.
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"I am a person who always considered my friends my family
and my family strangers. I work a hell of a lot and try to..."
More about Lisa
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Occupation:
Product Development
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Hobbies and Interests:
Going to see bands, drinking in bars where people can't smoke, movies, traveling and having BBQ's
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Favorite Books:
Self Help & True Crime
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Favorite Movies:
The Dead of Winter, Canniballistic!, Say Anything, and Bring it On!!!!
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Favorite Music:
Holly Golightly, The Gories, Thunders, -X-, Elvis Costello, The Dirtbombs, The Clash, any Billy Childish project and a whole lot of garage music
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Favorite TV Shows:
Cops, The Office, LOST, The West Wing, The O.C.& General Hospital
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About Me:
I am a person who always considered my friends my family
and my family strangers. I work a hell of a lot and try to
balance my need to work with my need to have fun. I love Las Vegas and have good fortune of going there often. I might have a gambling problem but since this year I am up in winnings, I'll worry about that later.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Boozebags and Pill Monkeys.People I lost touch with and actually would like to reconnect with.
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she's lisa btw...
exactly who the fuck she is all the
time. She can drink your Dad's
oldest army buddy under the table
and she has the hottest most
talented boyfriend (except for me and
xtina) in all of NYC. She's the ultimate
activities director (ala julie of love
boat) and can always be counted on
to NEVER flake out on you (even if
you flake out on her
occasionally...ahem...sorry lis). She's
a barrel of monkeys, the cat's
pajamas, and the bees goddamn
knees. Really, if you knew her you'd
know this testimonial doesn't do her
justice, so you'll just have to be
jealous of me forever for knowing
her. So there.
most fun, caring, open woman I've
ever meet. She makes me pissed off
that I don't live in the mighty NYC. But
if I did she'd send me packing off to
rehab anyway. Long live "The Wise"
together (summer of 1988?) in one room of
a tiny, dirty apartment in Boston. We lived
with this art school guy Dave, who blasted
REM at full volume, like 24 hours a day. I
slept on a dirty mattress and she slept on the
foam pad that covered my grandmother's
hospital death bed. At night we watched
Morton Downey Jr's TV show and staged
mock domestic abuse scenes, which we
screamed out of our window. Dave
pretended to beat us to a bloody pulp as we
pleaded for our lives...But nobody ever
called the police...Every morning I'd wake up
choking as Lisa sprayed her hair with toxic
shellac, right over my bed. When it was
hotter than Africa, we'd run through the
fountain at the Christian Scince Center, with
all the other ghetto kids. One night, I think I
remember hearing a guy get his head
smashed in with a bat, like a pumpkin, in the
alley next to our window. We were so poor,
that once Dave found $10 in the street and
rubbed his hands together "We feast tonight"
he proclaimed. We went to Star Market and
bought a steak, a can of peas, and a beer,
and did we ever feast that night! I remember
when Dave's retarded cat Sinbad was
chasing a fly and leapt at it, only the fly flew
out of the open window, and Sinbad
followed it, falling 4 stories to the pavement.
He was so scared, he climbed into the
engine of a parked car. After hours of
coaxing, we got the car hood open and
pulled the greasy, bloody retard out. Lisa
ended up with bloody, scratched, oily arms
after trying to wash the unfortunate animal in
the tub...And once Dave tried to chisel ice
out of the freezer using a screwdriver, but
he popped a freon tube by accident and we
had to live 2 weeks with toxic fumes until the
fridge was replaced! So many
memories...Lisa, do you have any more
stories that I forgot? xoxo Lisa
friends, and one of the coolest people I
know. She has exudes creativity coupled
with a such a solid steel work ethic,
that I spend a lot of my time wishing I
was more like her. Lisa rocks, and rocks
hard- period.