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"I love records, artichokes, art museums, and cats. I don't like
mustard, dogs, or flip-flops. The time is always early..."
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College/University:
Bard College, Attended 1995 - 1995, Class of , Other
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Occupation:
consultant/notary public/door girl
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Affiliations:
Notary Public of California
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Hobbies and Interests:
music, movies, noodles, my snooze button, making mixtapes, petting cats, del taco, more music
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Favorite Books:
patricia highsmith, bret easton ellis, augusten burroughs, f. scott fitzgerald, david sedaris, the creation records story: my magpie eyes are hungry for the prize, anything written by mark beaumont in nme
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Favorite Movies:
bay/bruckheimer collaborations, mildred pierce, notting hill, heathers, angel heart, bring it on, royal tenenbaums, vertigo, wet hot american summer, gattaca, the game, amelie, lotr, office space, all about eve, live forever, shaolin soccer, stand by me, tape, bend it like beckham, in the bedroom, edward scissorhands, the talented mr. ripley, flatliners, nine to five, munich
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Favorite Music:
arab strap, the cure, ride, idlewild, smiths, blur, the jam, dcfc, my bloody valentine, primal scream, the cooper temple clause, otis redding, desi arnaz sr, jim yoshii pile-up, interpol, lovemakers, adorable, cranes, track star, depeche mode, travis, suede, pulp, film school, zoot woman, kent, air, the others, buzzcocks, jesus and mary chain, lavern baker, libertines, bauhaus, new order, the stone roses (s/t), the only ones, the ink spots
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Favorite TV Shows:
one tree hill, bay area backroads, bad mtv reality programs, stella
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Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
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About Me:
I love records, artichokes, art museums, and cats. I don't like
mustard, dogs, or flip-flops. The time is always early
time.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Other obsessive types. Graham Coxon (oh wait, that actually happened!). Alan McGee.
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because she puts up with my moods
and knows that friend therapy is most
important, but retail therapy runs a close
second.
and an amazing lady, she laughs and the
room lights up.
the planet. WHERE ARE YOU? answer:
you are missed.
me up on what happed, emily kicks so much
ass if she was a tiger she would have killed
sigfred and roy and 23 spectors and injured
47 outhers and gone down fighting in a balze
of glory
testomonial for Emily? Good question. Well,
Emma is so cool that I knew that it would take
a long time for people to stop singing her
praises on a daily basis. I knew that if I had
done it months ago, it would be at the
fartherest reaches of a very long list. No one
wants to scroll that far. But, enough about
me, let's talk about Emma here. She taught
me that just cause your head says it wants to
be horizontal that does not mean that you
stop having fun. She was right. She also was
kind enough to get me into some of the best
shows, EVER. She gave this late-twenty-
something a new outlook on life and
introduced him to some of Oakland's finest.
Now, that I have left the comfort of ol'
Oaktown I find myself missing Emma and the
good times that seem to follow her where ever
she goes. Did I mention her haircut and
general sense of style? Y'all know about that.
cure. this one time we saw the cure and
we both started crying then we yelled
out "we love you robert"
it was funny
superpowers cool. And I'm told that she
has really great boobs. Something I
heard once. She drove me home from the
bar. A few times. She talked to me
outside Popscene, where, obviously, I
am not and she IS, too cool for school.
Once she sat and listened to me
drunkenly babble till 4 in the morning.
She had to work the next day. She's
really cute too. Though she like to
make "I'll kill you if you do ..."
faces when I try and take pictures of
her.
YOUR place and all i brought was a
plate with ketchup!!
ladylike with a biting and insightful
wit, always, always, dressed for the
occasion.
emily's lap and lay my head in the
crook of her arm. i remember napping
with her on the sofa the first time
she met. she's a good napper. we've
definitely got that in common. and she
calls me a pig and well, pigs stink,
right, and i'm proud of my stink, so
i'm proud to be emily's pig friend. i
can shed my doggie identity for her
friendship. and some kibble.
(...wait...i don't think she's ever
given me kibble...i'm gonna have to
think about this...)