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"still trying to figure that out. right now i have no clue
where the line is between how i view myself and how others..."
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College/University:
Cornell University, Attended 2002 - 2006, Class of 2006, Bachelor's Degree, Sociology
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Occupation:
Journalist
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About Me:
still trying to figure that out. right now i have no clue
where the line is between how i view myself and how others
view me, so i feel like describing myself would more be
like a best of compilation of all the things other people
have said about me. and that's sorta lame.
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(according to the original Black Rob
hit, the term "like whoa" is used
whenever something is ill. Therefore
Samantha is ill), and for that I hold a
grudge against her which I will harbor
for all or for the vast majority of
eternity.
Also, Samantha is very very fun and
interesting and that part about me
holding a grudge against her is
actually false.
friendsters, and Sam's picture stuck
out at me. If it could talk, it would
say "Hey Tom, remember how sexy Sam
Henig is? I know man, it's kind of
baffling." jeez. That was honestly
very intense. Are you on the step team?
something special. She's been known
to make certain Israeli soldiers
travel cross country just for one last
look at those baby blues. Oh and I
know her ideal man, so if you need
advice, you can just ask.
redskins sweatshirt i effectively
stole from samantha i think of the
time she accused me of trading her a
sweatshirt with a big cum stain on the
pouch. only now can i admit the truth:
i love samantha and i always have. and
not just in a creepy give-you-a-
sweatshirt-with-cum-on-it kinda way.
forrral.
during a rain storm and then spin quarters on
the floor for an hour. For the high flying Ms.
Henig, I would compose horrible love poems
and hide them behind picture frames. For her,
I would go out on that limb of all limbs and
call you to ask you who you like. For she, I
would willingly face rejection before the gods
of 8th grade on the principle of passion. For
this earthen angel, I would detail the pressence
in my dreams of one Hayley Wynn naked in a
pile of hay in an open railroad car. For such a
personification of truth, justice and the
international way, I would consider seriously
infidelity of body, already giving up on the
mind. For a rock solid soldier for good, I
would watch Buffy and write for Dawson's. For
this rock of moral fiber, I would hide out from
the pilgrims and discuss the fine points of
humor, by which I mean tittyfucking. For this
lovely lady, I would pour out my heart and soul
to its empty bottom three consecutive times as
she slumber peacefully. For this huge dork
with glasses' rims that cover the majority of
her normal face, I would go from putting on
my best t-shirt with a wolf on it to writing a
long-winded, dramatic testimonial, just to
catch her eye.