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"nothing captures my ebullient nature quite like a quality slogan.
some that i like:
Christi: That certain something /..."
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Schools (Other):
DAAP (University of Cinti)
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Occupation:
designer
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Affiliations:
http://blogorelli.typepad.com
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Hobbies and Interests:
vintage typewriters, curbside salvage, the designed and the designerly, roller derby, giving things nicknames, snowboarding, celebrity gossip, Baby Kitty Princess Sophia, being a super-spy, dive bars, It boys, ephemera, dental hygiene
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Favorite Books:
the best of roald dahl, me talk pretty one day, extremely loud and incredibly close, elvis and me, are you there god? it's me margaret, anything which aids in my p.MBA
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Favorite Movies:
amelie, the triplets of belleville, french kiss (hee hee), chungking express, rosemary's baby, seven brides for seven brothers
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Favorite Music:
push kings, t rex, elvis, the shins, pulp, feist, yann tiersen, hot hot heat, anything with 1. handclaps 2. tambourines 3. accordians
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Favorite TV Shows:
best week ever, that girl, blow out, angel, $40 a day
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Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio
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About Me:
nothing captures my ebullient nature quite like a quality slogan.
some that i like:
Christi: That certain something / No one doesn't like Christi / This Christi's for you / the Christi generation / Tonight let it be Christi / Snap, Crackle, Pop, Christi / i like the Christi in you / Behold the power of Christi / Christi: the other white meat / Mama mia, thatsa spicy Christi!
Pardon me; do you have any Christi?
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Gun. The Machine Gun is a top secret
spy: silent, secret, deadly. She is
silent because she never answers her
phone; secret, because sometimes when
you think you have plans with her, she
has actually gone back to her room to
take a nap; and deadly because she
doesn't always pay attention when she
is driving on a "picking" run with a
backseat full of rusty metal magazine
racks that she found on the sidewalk.
The only way you will know she is
nearby is by her intense, focused
humming...
and excess, simple and extravagent, timid
and boisterous. It all depends on the day
you catch her. One day she can be the most
stubborn hard-headed person i've ever met
and the next she's so sweet and innocent. I
can't for the life of me tell which is truer to
her actuall self. Maybe she's equal parts of
both. That would coincide with my
dichotomy theory, i guess. Both halves
never fail to make me laugh.
bundle of contradictions because
she's just too fantastic to represent
rationality, and thus challenges us all
daily-heroically proving its possible
to be many incompatible things,
together, all at once.
good example: I've never been able
to reconcile Christi's love for trash
picking with her genetically
programmed abhorrence of 'germs'. I
mean, how can the same girl nearly
cause accidents by stopping the
Volvo for everything from a hideously
large box of plain, white tiles to a
rusted, metal firewood holder,
crutches (well she didn't actually stop
for the crutches but later confessed
that she regretting not taking them)
and broken chairs, AND act horrified
when I 'confessed' to not showering
immediately after returning home
from seeing a movie? (Christi: "After
SITTING in those seats!!?)