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Occupation:
writer
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Hobbies and Interests:
candy, costumes, decorations, playing tricks on people, rock and roll, kissing
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Favorite Books:
the rachel papers, how to imagine, formulaic mysteries set in english country houses
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Favorite Movies:
drowning by numbers, clean, shaven, velvet goldmine, big wednesday, how to steal a million, donnie darko, decalogue, eyes without a face, charade, condition black, celebration, colors trilogy, all james bond movies
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Favorite Music:
the kills, evita soundtrack, KISS, cher, slowrider, cheeseburger, sondre lerche, the long winters, the germs, black flag, red k(c)ross, celebrity skin, nirvana, slug, distorted pony, pigmy love circus, bowie, reo speedwagon, guns and roses
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Favorite TV Shows:
paradise hotel, the oc, keeping up appearances. I'm not ashamed to admit it.
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About Me:
I'm very interested in signs and commercials where the animal that is going to be served encourages you to eat itself. It's usually a chicken. In Toronto there is a chicken chain with thees big neon signs with a chicken dancing on hot coals (yes, it's char broiled chicken). At Stew Leonard's there is actually an animal band that serenades you as you look around for animals to eat. They are called "The Farm Fresh Five." Recently there have been some Purdue Chicken tv ads where Jim Purdue is on a call in talk show, and chickens keep calling in. They talk in chicken talk, of course, and the host of the show can't understand them, but Jim can! The chickens want to make sure he won't be feeding them any hormones or anything, and he reassures them that he will not. The chickens fail to ask him if he's going to kill them or anything. It's not even that I'm a militant vegetarian or anything, I just don't get the psychology of it. Wouldn't humanizing the animals make people less likely to eat them? Yet, the formula must work. I think about this a lot.
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Who I Want to Meet:
mathletes, cute boys, secret agents, smart people, sluts, those who enjoy schemes and are willing to go to the beach at midnight when necessary
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can be not-around for a while, yet as if she
were never gone at all the rest of the time.
When we first met we bonded over Miu Miu
shoes and Marlboro Reds out in a New York
winter on Broadway, and six years later I'm
living in her hometown (alas, she is not) and
taking over her apartment when I come visit.
I can't think of the last time my heart melted
as much as when she turned what I thought
was a random get-together in Williamsburg
into a wedding celebration complete with
champagne and cake topped with two girls
in a hot tub. Plus she got drunk enough I got
to smooch her. Heh. Love that. Love her.
Miss her.
again. The first time I met her, she swept in
like a heroine in a New York movie. The
second time I met her, she swept in as a
heroine in a New York. The third time will be
as charming as she is, certainly. I think of
myself as being tongue-tied in her presence
(albeit in cute, petite rosettes) when I am sure
I am no such thing. Which says horrible things
abour me, and only nice things about her.
Huzzah!
with her instantly. Then one day, like
the little girl in Poltergeist, she
disappeared into the Internet. Then she
turned into a grey question mark, then
back & forth again. She is very
mysterious indeed...
talent. She is a super creative person. And
she knows how to be a girl's friend. When I
was dumped, she took me out of work and
brought me to the Toys-R-Us store in Times
Square. She fed me ice cream, rode the
ferris wheel with me and told me that trust
may not really exist. I felt better and worse
afterwards -- but mostly better.
been kind to immigrants and their
children.
lie about my age and got me listed
as one of Seventeen magazine's
hottest boys of summer 2002. i got
more ass that summer than camp.
i'm just kidding, i never get any ass.
but Mikki is rad and that's no lie.
funny and very classy. but if any of
you guys out there start w/ that "hey
mikki you're so fine" crap, i will
personally kick your ass for her....i
said she was classy boys. and she
deserves a little class in return.
specialist. mikki was the first person
to see ruby's heart beating inside me.
we held hands and tears spilled and our
grins were the cliched cheshire cat
grins. proof that mikki and i are best
friends: she will allow me to call her
on the phone to grunt and squeal as
opposed to making me email her all the
dirty details. she will babysit ruby on
a moment's notice and do jumping with
ruby and other fun things. mikki taught
ruby how to head bang. that's cool, yo.
know when someone says "they slipped me a
mikki!" well where do you think that came
from??
mikki is a KNOCKOUT!