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Interested In:
Dating Women, Relationship with Women, Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
Dec 2003
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Hometown:
San Diego
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Jordan's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/4282051
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Other education:
La Jolla High, Cornell University '03
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Occupation:
Don't you judge me!!
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What I enjoy doing:
film, video, theatre, art, music, travel, literature, cooking, baseball, the beach, the mountains, walkin' the earth (like Kane from Kung Fu), escapism, Iceland
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Favorite Books:
Camus, Bukowski, Miller, Celine, Crime and Punishment, Death in Venice, Death of Ivan Ilyich, Lolita, Last of the Just, Graphic Novels: Clumsy, Bone, Watchmen, Plays: Beckett, The Card Index, Pinter, Vvedensky
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Favorite Movies:
Wings of Desire, All About My Mother, Love & Death, Happiness, Big Lebowski, Godfather I/II, Once Upon a Time in the West, La Haine (Hate), Celebration, Modern Times, Barton Fink, Blazing Saddles, Hiroshima Mon Amor, MasculineFeminine, Harold and Maude
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Favorite Music:
OutKast, Blackalicious, The Roots, Jurassic 5, Aphex Twin, Modest Mouse, Neutral Milk Hotel, Beck, Operation Ivy, Eek-A-Mouse, dnb, Zeppelin, Marley, Smiths, Clash, Flaming Lips, Sublime, Pinback, Johnny Cash, Sigur Ros, Beastie Boys, Portishead, Bowie, Dilated Peoples, Shins, Red House Painters
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Favorite TV Shows:
Daily Show, Simpsons, Mr Show with Bob and Dave, Family Guy, South Park, West Wing, Dave Chapelle Show, Oz, World Series of Poker
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About Me:
I was born on a merchant vessel, the bastard son of the ship's First Mate and a lowly French whore. My early childhood was filled with adventure as we sailed the seven seas, fighting pirates and blindly following the orders of our far off moral leaders. What times those were! We would drink rum at night and sing songs of which I have long forgotten the words and melodies...but oh what songs. My mother continued being the ship's whore until her death due to complications from a combination of mal-nutrition and rampant syphilis, the latter of which had spread around the ship so much that we became a ship of madmen. I was the only sane man left as I was the only one on board not to had had intercourse with my mother. The good times were gone. Now human nature had finally declared itself mad. All adventure turned to homoerotic horror. The men...the men...I cannot...I will skip here to my 12th birthday...I jumped off the ship, throwing my life into the mercy of the deep. But she was anything but merciful; the bitch allowed me to live! I washed up on a dessert island populated by half-naked syphilitic men...The men...the men...I cannot...I shall skip to my 18th Birthday. The men on the island were finally dead. All of them. The sun shone off my blood soaked torso as I roared at the sky. What life this life is. From out of the ocean appeared a giant sea turtle. In a split second, I had made my decision to leave that island. I grabbed onto the turtle's neck and rode him into the deep, hoping to find my dark demise with him at the bottom. Instead, he took me to an underwater world of Syphilitic seamen who kept me alive as a part of their underwater freak show. "Look at his tail!" the Syphilitic seamen would scream. The Seamen...The Seamen...The Seamen...I cannot...Enough! I must move on... One must live for tomorrow and not dwell on the Seamen soaked past. This is the moral of my story.
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placed in a proper home, I would
probably be living with a widow in her
tacky Del Mar beach house (I absolutely
detest water), alongside her two evil
Westies named Froo-Froo and Pokey,
both of whom like to bite my ears,
dressed in pink feline sweaters with my
claws painted a shade of gaudy mauve.
Thank you for rescuing me, dear god!!!!
invite you into his home, cook you
dinner and load you up on wine. you'd
finally awake to find yourself tied in his
basement, surround by the carcasses
of various species of squirrels and he'd
be in the corner, crouching in his
skeevies, rubbing his hands together
call you his precious. good luck with
this asshole.
Andalusian moon disguised in a white-mime's
mask, shouting lyrical death-chants. It was all good
clean fun until i got arrested by security at the
children's museum. Jordan taught me the meaning
of information. He defined knowledge for me. He
spelled "information" and "knowledge" for me--
both backwards and forwards. Jordan loves his
hoodie, the smell of rubbing alcohol, the letter "P",
the taste of red vinyl, slip 'n slide, lazer tag, and
gepetto from "Pinocchio". The ladies are frequently
refreshed by his rather dandy aura.
absurd. But that's how he is: absurd.
funny that makes me smile and laugh.
Not funny looking. I find it sexy that
he finds it sexy that I read the
encyclopedia. In truth, you'd be hard
pressed to find a more easy going,
sincere, and fun-loving guy. I'm very
excited he's decided to grace us with
his presence here in San Francisco.