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come on, give me a break. it's a halloween costume.
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"Reppin' the White Sox in '05."
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College/University:
Boston University, Attended 1997 - 2001, Class of 2001, Bachelor's Degree, journalism
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Occupation:
making space.
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Hobbies and Interests:
Interests: the fucking chicago white sox '05, reading, keeping it simple, magicians, breakfast, going to shows alone... among other things. Disinterests: people who describe themselves as "really weird, " arguing about bands, arguing about anything, the fucking chicago cubs, raisins.
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Favorite Books:
Emily Post's Etiquette: 17th edition, Jonathon Ames, David Eggers, Norman Mailer, Gabriel Garcia-Marquez, David Foster Wallace, Michael Chabon, Truman Capote. And also: The Times, The Post, Harpers, British Vogue, Anthem.
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Favorite Movies:
Baby Geniuses 2: Superbabies, Metropolitan, All the Real Girls, The Exorcist, Mystery Train, Suspiria, Ghostbusters, Days of Heaven, Fitzcarraldo, Shampoo, Ghost Dog.
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Favorite Music:
Will Oldham, Shellac, Jesus & Mary Chain, Teenage Fanclub, Rush, ELO, Vaselines, Dinosaur Jr., Babyshambles, The Unicorns, and other stuff that rules.
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Favorite TV Shows:
So You Think You Can Dance!, Dallas, Twin Peaks, Aqua Teen, Freaks and Geeks
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Zodiac Sign:
Cancer
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About Me:
Reppin' the White Sox in '05.
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Who I Want to Meet:
do that thing where you're funny.
ok, you then.
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your profile. I guess that means happy
birthday. Well, Happy Birthday! I just
thought that I'd let you know that I just
had the most incredibely intense feather
dusting session of my life! Holy Shit
Darcy! I was siked (yes, note the
spelling..har..har) Yes, it's purple...ahhh
the duster that is! A few bruises, but
shit, if you're gonna do it right...ya gots
to do the shit right. Bruises come with
the territory. I've singlehandely (sp? I'm
drunk now) eliminated those little
bastards...Those damn dust bunnies are
fucking ruthless underhanded vermon.
I've kind of accepted them but not really.
Kind of like how any parent really feels
about that redheaded step child that just
sucks. You kinda hope that it goes away
but it just doesn't. It's still there.
Collecting dust. Growing. Ugh.
Say hey to big sis' lincoln out there in
Salt Lake. Still can't figure that one out.
Do ya think her and Dave are wearing
Mormon underwear yet??? I hope not.
Yikes!
have more hits than robin givens's face after mike
tyson got done hitting her. catfish the catfish is in
the house. what?! in the pond. what?! in the tub.
incense. until we got our side projects
together to form
babyfetusesthatfreebase.edu/specialinter
ests/mymusic. then she cleaned up her
act and now she just freebases for
convesation's sake.
"tonite, i'm gonna rock you like the chair that you
are" was first played on the radio?
else. The epitomy of absolute
awesomeness. I strongly advise all of
you weisenheimers out there, Do Not
Fuck Up With The Back Seat!!!
was dead sick. I go out with Darcy &
Brendan to some house party. Darcy
convinces me it's ok to drink on my
medication. I went home and threw up
all the next day. Now I can't take
Aumoxicillan when I get infections. I
still think she's great though.
halls, I was walking by the table that
Darcy was sitting at, carrying my tray
to the kitchen. She looked at me and
said "hello", and, since I thought she
was the cutest, all I could muster up
was a shy "hi" and a little wave. Well,
when I waved, I let go of the tray I was
carrying and food and drink spilled all
over me. Anyways, Darcy was always a
nice girl. Hope Chicago is treating you
well.
I don't show up to an event she still
shows me kindness, writes me a
testimonial, and dedicates a song to me.
The worst Part: I never get to see her,
her songs ,her kindness, or her
hotness. And Who do I got to blame for
this? ME ME ME ME.
I got the words to song just for you,
just not allowed, circumstance
conspires agianst you, they are with
someone and you are with someone. It
begains to hurt, the time comes when
you both need release, and so you must,
you have to, the time has come, you
just start to hump the hell out of her
appliances. Microwaves and fridges,
vcr's and stoves, they all get the
wrath of my sweet sweet affections.
This lady is hot. hot. hot.