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"I'm a pickle."
More about Erin
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Schools (Other):
Southwestern University
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Occupation:
Ass-Kicker
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Hobbies and Interests:
music, yoga, running, roller derby, painting, books, film, laughing, boy-watching, spooning with Roscoe
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Favorite Books:
The Enchanter (Nabakov), L'amant (Maguerite Duras)-I'm really not as snotty as I sound, Stiff (yes, I like books about cadavers), Philip K. Dick novels, Biographies, historical novels
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Favorite Movies:
hot tub, hot tub again, the thin man series (I'd like to be called "mommy"), Talk to Her, Bubble Boy, Be Somebody or Be Somebody's Fool, any movie with Christopher Walken
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Favorite Music:
I still love New Order, The Smiths, Love and Rockets, Violent Femmes, The Cure, Depeche Mode. More recently: Modest Mouse, Guided by Voices, Centromatic, My morning Jacket, The Baptist Generals, Spoon...
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Favorite TV Shows:
any reality tv show (I won't lie to you- I really do love them), the office, some six feet under, and some adult swim.
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About Me:
I'm a pickle.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Other pickles and sometimes peas.
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pleasure rays.
nails. who else could wake up with a
stiff back and skate that very night,
and win!!!! i love the shit out of her
little self...she packs every punch
with a coke and a smile. and i am
better for knowing her. go visit her
at pronto, you'll melt from her
sweetness.
Little, and yet strangely commanding,
both on and off the track. This whore
of the devil is a booty shaking good
time, and is working on bringing her
human pretzel act to a Thunderdome near
you.
Erin makes me feel like an imp when I
stand next to her. Erin rocks...and I
don't mean that in an 'Eddie Haskell'
sort of way.
the Devry campus. It was a rather
brisk fall, and the football team was
performing poorly. At one of the games
I had snuck under the grandstands to
light a menthol in private, and there
she was, head in hands weeping like a
child. I asked her, "Young lady, what
troubles thee? Surely tonight's game
isn't plauging thee with such sadness?"
"No, it's not that," she
replied......I've lost all faith in
technology...it's empty and I require
something substantial!!!!"
"Oh poor lady.....how about joining me
and my comrades beside the snack bar,"
I said, "Me and the boys will piss in
the trashcans if you like!"
And it was born. An affinity. A
friendship. A trust. No new
innovation can bypass THAT. It's
timeless.