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"You never want to hear me talk to animals--it's one of the most annoying things I do. I do NOT like to sleep late but I'll..."
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Schools (Other):
Christ Academy (that was seriously my grade/high school), Wheeling Jesuit University (BA), Appalachian State University (MA)
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Occupation:
grants and research assistant
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Affiliations:
MICA, PETA (don't bother arguing with me about how crazy PETA is--I, after all, do not believe that some bad apples spoil the barrel of the Republican Party. Ask me for my voter registration story sometime.) The Samartian Community
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Hobbies and Interests:
Cleaning the bedroom, knowing what time it is, keeping warm, practicing my "phone voice" so it sounds more natural
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Favorite Music:
les oreilles!
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
You never want to hear me talk to animals--it's one of the most annoying things I do. I do NOT like to sleep late but I'll do it if pushed. One time I slept until 7:30 p.m. I thought I'd miss the taste of salmon but life really is better without eating animals.
I will probably not talk to you on the phone if I can get out of it but I do like knowing what everyone is up to and I ALWAYS want to go do something, but sometimes I can't because I don't have a car. I love living in Bolton Hill. Do not be fooled by my do-gooder exterior because I'm totally self-centered.
I know that I keep saying I'm learning the banjo, but that doesn't mean I can play your favorite songs on it, okay? Really, I wish I could. But if you'd like to harmonize on "Hot Corn, Cold Corn" let me know--we could probably do that with a guitar and we could have a good time with it. If not, we'll do "Pretty Polly" or "I'll Fly Away."
If you need advice about raising a cat or kittens, just ask. I bought a pair of shoes that say "Shaq" on them. I'm not above drinking blush wine or National Bohemian beer or sleeping in $30/night motels. ATC, I love you! I don't want children. Since quitting pointe classes I have regained three toenails.
I try desperately not to kill plants, but I don't have much of a green thumb. It's hard for me to take Celtic balladeers seriously (yes, even Alasdair Roberts). I like listening to This American Life and Car Talk. It took me nearly a year to stop having nightmares after watching the remake of Dawn of the Dead, so no, I will NOT go see Land of the Dead with you. I can spend hours in office supply stores. I buy vinegar and baking soda in bulk to use for cleaning.
My brother's financee made the best cake ever, but no wonder, she's a pastry chef. They also grilled me polenta, which I can't do myself. Wasn't that nice of them? They would make you food as well--they're good at it.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Residents (permanent or temporary) of West Virginia, southeastern Ohio, and Wales.
People who are in "book clubs."
Unitarian Universalists.
People who raise their children as vegans.
Acrobats.
Someone who can show me how to baste & border a quilt.
Those who have successfully brewed their own beer at home.
James Iha, but not Billy Corgan.
Interior decorators/designers.
The Johns Vanderslice & Darnielle.
Anyone who wants to talk about The Mountain Institute.
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a pattie and add atop the potaoes and
shrooms in ze bowle. yes.. also, i forgot
to say, in the mixing bowl add like 2
tbsp of parmesian or romano cheese...
soo good. -byes
in that picture?
here's a sweat recipe i made.
okay make garlic/rosemary potaoes
with bunch butter and garlic and
rosemary of course. lump a bunch in the
bottom of a bowl. saute' some
portabello guys and thrown um on top of
that. this can be done right before you
do this: (the steps to make veggietastic
eggplant meatlessballs follow):
-dewaterize a whole eggplant (i used a
white eggplant)
--saute e-plant with salt and pepper and
cook up until mushy.
--meanwhile, into big bowl mix: bread
crumbs from toasted sourdough bread
(2 slices)...add two large eggs,
preferrably from vegetarian fed hens
(whilst intoning iafrate's "the egg layin'
hen")....mix up...make sure the crumbs
are real crumby...add 2 tsp of parsley...2
tsp of garlic (powder).1 tsp of
paprika.add tobasco sauce for
kick...saltandpepper (lots).now, mash
up the eggplant real good into an e-
plant paste, throw in za bowl
andmixmixmix.form a pattie &am
Erin's artier friends to attempt to pull off
anything too clever here. Suffice it to
say that I miss her, think of her often,
and hold high expectations for her and
her feline companions as agents of the
inevitable love revolution to come.
Zach
i feel stronger
and longer
o good god above
i think it's andy's turn
cold corn' with her...alllll niiiight
looooong. if you know what i'm saying.
(F'er, that is.) and, if you were smart,
you would invest in the new Carcass
greatest hits collection, entitled "choice
cuts" it features some of my favorites,
such as "corporal jigsore
quandary," "exhume to
consume," "swarming vulgar mass of
infected virulency," and "crepitating
bowel erosion." also inclues some less
sanguine, more radio-friendly tracks
such as "thi sis your life,"
and "heartwork." the cover art is not the
greatest, but it does give the uninitiated
a good sampling of some of the most
immediately attractive and gratuitously
gratifying Carcass (de)compositions.
nietzschian metal has never or will ever
exist in such a form as it does here, on
this platter or slab of musical purulence.
perversion whereby you insist upon "re-
birthing" your unfriendly feline
housemates through your own
bodily "temple" is not only disgusting
and unhealthy, but it doesn't truly
make them feel the "onesness" that you
desire from them. it just makes them
feel more dirty. please. have mercy on
them, they feel. they feel!
same thing, the whore meets the girl
next door curled up into one. well,
don't look here mystery males: this
girl is only one of those female
stereotypes... and i'll give you a
hint, it's not the gal next door. i'll
give you another hint: she's fallen
straight to the floor whilst attempting
to sit on many a barstool. yeah, she's
always trying to sit at the bar in the
buff. she thinks people are only paying
attention to her because she's trashed
and has huge bicepts, and she's cursing
so very loudly... but no, they're
staring because she nekkid as a jaybird
with the entirety of a barstool in her
sordid love cavern. talk about
thedesensitization of american youth!
i'm going to hate seing what becomes of
her. after prison, it's all going to be
a treacherous downhill battle all the
way, until one day, she may give her
self to the lord. like mikey iafrate
did after years of self-inflected
spiritual abuse.
theft. women's jail! do you believe
it?!?!?!? the girl is going to get
splayed and played like it's nobody's
business. i mean, she might be tough,
but she's not streetsmart. i mean, she
was on that show STREETSMARTS, and she
didn't get one question right. that's
why both contestants picked her as
their "pony." finally, one contestant
bet that she couldn't possibly get
EVERY QUESTION wrong, and maybe she
would but would think twice about it
and bet against her own judgement and
answer correctly since all her other
guesses were OBVIOUSLY WRONG and
EMBARASSSING. besides, i think she was
drunk (she mooned the camera...i mean,
holy mother of god girl, this wasn't
exactly "Girls Gone Wild" honey...i
know you were featured prominently in
volume 2 of the series--back in your
heyday---and you talk abou tit all the
time braggingly and brashly,
unrepentant even...still...) of course,
like usual: drunk. filthy. rot
a tight spot.