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jeremy olson
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Member Since:
Mar 2003
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Hometown:
Denver
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jeremy's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/56630
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Other education:
University of Arizona
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Occupation:
photoshop monkey
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What I enjoy doing:
road trips to canada, applying for art residencies and grad schools and getting rejected, zombies, chain-smoking, spending the night in the stabbin cabin, talking about self-indulgent stuff, alcohol, This American Life, all night diners, paid sick days
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Favorite Books:
Haruki Murakami, George Saunders, Kelly Link, William T. Vollmann, Chris Ware, Jonathan Lethem, Denis Johnson, Maurice Sendak, Joe Sacco
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Favorite Movies:
Mulholland Drive, Sean of the Dead, Lost in Translation, Blue Velvet, the Royal Tenenbaums, Donnie Darko, The City of Lost Children, Babe 2 Pig in the City, Audition, The Sweet Hereafter
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Favorite Music:
Joanna Newsom, Jawbreaker, The Arcade Fire, Deerhoof, Modest Mouse, Bikini Kill, Unwound, Neutral Milk Hotel, Hot Snakes, Fugazi, Mirah, Screeching Weasel
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Daily Show, Six Feet Under, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Twin Peaks, America's Next Top Model, the Simpsons
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Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
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than ice cream. He is prolly the coolest, smartest,
nicest guy on the planet and he draws really good
giraffes. He also has a digital projector which
means if he hadn't already been my best friend for
ten years...he would be now.
not afraid to throw up. I like that in a
person. He would never smash my tots.
him blood-brother style.
were playing in the woods, the sparkle jumped
out of his eye. before we knew it there was
smoke. he tried to stamp it out but. and we
went running and hollering. and then. and I
was yelling 'jimmy crack corn! jimmy crack
corn!' yeah, dangerous.
My favorite modern dance to Christian hard
rock partner. Who could ask for anything
more?
town from dressing up as traffic cops
to charging covers at the door of free
keg parties. One time Jeremy had this
great idea to get fake mugged infront
of all these poeple and then was asking
for help ad money from these poor
souls...
ohyeanh good times !
when I first met. I was working the
Tokyo flight for the fifth day running,
and ready for a little R&R. Jeremy was
seated in first class as always,
dressed in what I soon came to
recognize as his signature attire -
smart black suit, wingtips, diamond
encrusted cufflinks and sunglasses,
with the ever-present silver, triple-
enforced briefcase occupying the seat
next to him. Same old Jeremy. By and
by, he signaled me over and gestured
for a hot towel. It was in that moment
when my tongs were extended that our
eyes met... well, I just knew right then
and there that there was something
special about this gentleman. After a
wild weekend of frequenting the hottest
discoteques and park benches in Tokyo
together, we became thick as thieves.
Of course, with my successful
stewardess career and Jeremy's thriving
international button distributorship
keeping us on separate schedules, we
rarely managed to see each other. Over
the years we trysted in Beijing,
Leningrad, Detroit... I married and
divorced several times, and Jeremy was
underground for most of the 80's, but
apart from a few little distractions
like that, things have always been
pretty great. Of course, now that I've
become a semi-professional masseuse and
he has retired from the button business
to spend more time on his model robots
and harvesting mushrooms, I see a fair
bit more of him, which is nice. When
it's all said and done (clown shoe
fetish and unnatural love for power
ballads aside) he's a very decent
fellow. Mm hmm.
predator. I mean, just kidding! No
seriously. I mean, seriously I'm
kidding. Gosh.