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Schools (Other):
Brentwood Presbyterian, Corpus Christi, Loyola High, UCLA (all no more than 20 minutes from eachother)
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Occupation:
whore
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Hobbies and Interests:
Kimberly Fazio, design, indie rock, other music, movies, fancy clothes, obsessing (fixating)....oh, and social issues
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Favorite Books:
Currently reading "Confederacy of Dunces" next up: Carter Beats the Devil
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Favorite Movies:
Most recent: Swingers (11), Sin City (8)
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Favorite Music:
4/05: Low, Autolux, Bright Eyes, Iron & Wine, Ani DiFranco, The Arcade Fire, Elliott Smith
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Favorite TV Shows:
none.
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About Me:
www.livejournal.com/users/goldbucket
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Who I Want to Meet:
winona rider
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the delusion of usefulness,and enable
him to try and justify his existence by
digging holes and filling them up.
Leisure time horrifies the male, who
will have nothing to do but contemplate
his grotesque self...
you are done with school- don't become
a dud and don't loathe yourself like
the fucking popular kids do. julian
said he'll pay you even if you don't
work but anyways, we both know money is
for the suburbs. let's kick ass, eat
ramen, paint the walls and inspire
ourselves to be ourselves.
that's not at all a testimonial as much
as it is a personal request. oh well.
the amazingly talented designer-matt, ranked
somewhere between fabien baron & peter
saville in my book. and the fantastically
musical-matt, who has the best taste in music
and learned to play the guitar in two weeks.
there's adventure-matt, who goes to italy and
germany and always wants to explore the
seediest parts of downtown LA. there's
psycho-matt, who is at once a squirming pile
of neurosis and just about the most astute
observer of human behavior and psychology i
have ever known. and or course there's my
favorite: my-dear-friend-matt, who i love as a
brother and i couldn't live without.
same tattoo of your face on my arm.
then again, maybe not.
were stayed in the woods with all the
vagrants and gnomes that eat
people who are not prepared.
"do we have anything to defend
ourselves with?" i asked.
matt replied, "we have ipods, kim."
check in, just to be sure we're still
on good terms, that we'll always be
desma/outcast/best/friends. you even
bail me out when i forget my wallet at
coffee shops. you really "get" me,
man... and i dare you to know more
kims.
this guy (since he is very busy and
important, like drawing on the
computer and stuff), matt you ought to
know your presence is still felt in my
heart and my mind. case in point:
whenever, and do mean whenEVER, i see
a print ad of any kind, i inspect the
letters to ensure that all the E's are
distressed differently, because if
they're not, matt goes psycho.
lose my mind. like he lost his keys and
wallet and underwear. maybe it's the time
well spent together or the intense lonliless
everytime we are apart that makes me smile
every 10 seconds.
Matt, I just wanted to be the
third "Kim" type on his list. Makes
me feel like the third "Kim" type in
his life, but it looks better if I
just say I'm in the top ten. If you
ever want to sail down Sunset on a
moped, Matt's the kid to do it with.
He won't even talk on his cell, if you
ask politely. Asking politely is the
key to getting what you want out of
Matt.
russian for no apparent reason. i
didn't understand where the insanity
was coming from. and the poor thing
couldn't even explain it to me or
himself because neither of us speak
russian. then we found what we
believed to be a small radio
transmitter that had been placed in
his skull 7 years ago. but, after going
to a translator we found that it was
actually a small gnome from
yugoslavia that had gotten lost one
night and climbed into his ear. his
name is yuri.