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"After the new tax cut, I now take home 50 cents more, PER
WEEK. I just want you to know that, now that I have come
into..."
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Occupation:
attorney
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Hobbies and Interests:
movies, books, walking about with my dog, rueing, rushing to judgment and acting upon it before i ask questions, holding grudges, eating unflavored ice-milk, brushing my teeth with fizzy water
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Favorite Books:
The Corrections, me talk pretty one day, family, Shopgirl, On the Rez, Tomcat in Love, In the Lake of the Woods, heartbreaking work of staggering genius, All Quiet on the Western Front, Middlesex, Gone with the Wind
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Favorite Movies:
The Jerk, Matrix I, II, North by Northwest, Amelie, Old School, Legally Blonde, Waiting for Guffman, Best in Show, The Big Red One, The Dirty Dozen, The Bourne Identity
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Favorite Music:
coldplay, Bjork, beastie boys, Kid Koala, Rage against the Machine, jeff buckley, wilco, jayhawks
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Favorite TV Shows:
simpsons, any show on the ABC line-up. It just continues to raise the bar
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About Me:
After the new tax cut, I now take home 50 cents more, PER
WEEK. I just want you to know that, now that I have come
into money, I still want to be treated like everyone else.
I still plan on working for awhile, you know so I can keep
it real with the common folk, and show my incredible work
ethic. You will likely see me bringing my peanut butter
sandwich in a reusable paper bag with my name on it. you'll
notice that I really won't change much.
Of course, I will be moving into a palatial estate in
Kenwood, and Franklin (my dog)will have a full-time nanny.
Also, I will be better than you. But, I want you to know
that we can still be friends. I know how important it is
for someone like you to be able to listen to someone of my
stature.
Of course, I won't be doing any grocery shopping, or
household chores, but I can still remember what that was
like. And, I plan on keeping my car until it dies because,
even though I am an arriviste I can still be frugal and my
old compact car reminds me of my roots. I'm sure you'll
hear people talking about how i am just "a real person with
Midwestern values."
Many of you have asked if I will be hosting a celebrity
golf tournament. The answer is yes, but you won't be
invited. That unvitation is more for you then Brad and
Nicole, as they seem like the obvious celebs to invite. I
don't want to have to see you boring them with stories
about your vanilla life and asking them incessant questions
about Hollywood. They just want their privacy. why can't
you respect that?
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Who I Want to Meet:
I remember when Absalom, son of David and Maacah; revolted
against David; slain by Joab, and Balaam, the prophet;
rebuked by his donkey for cursing God, and I used our sling
shots and a game of tabula to settle our scores. Good
times. I just want that back.
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rock-candy goodness, entertains the
dog (Franks) of choice (Franks) in
these fair cities (cookie for Franks),
fights for justice and truth, once
bought me a malt at sebastien joes,
and in general, is a worthy canidate
for political office. however, she also
puts up with mook, which raises her
past senatorial to sainthood...and for
those playa-saint-haters out there,
i'm genetically catholic, so i know
what's up AND down, beaatch!
Tracey, patron saint of drunkards and
charlatans. Represent!
this third planet from the sun, and
being from Krypton, I know a thing or
two about beauty, let me tell you. It
is one of the twisted curiosities of
fate that I was only granted the
precious opportunity to meet Tracey
through her lover, Mooklund, further
erecting fences around my already
uncontainable pool of lascivious
desires. Another gunshot wound of
fate, I later learned, kept me from
meeting Miss Nelson Is Missing when the
gods meant me to, when she was due to
volunteer at my local AA meeting back
in the Carter administration, only to
be called away instead for a greater
emergency involving her true lover and
lifetime paramour, Franklin. I see
green for both Mooklund and Franklin
for robbing me of the comely Ms. Trace-
your-roots-y, but profuse and regular
injections have thus far succeeded in
curbing the monster that lurks within
me. Tracey's sense of style is more
than ample enough to beguile even the
color-blind, and who would know better
than me, living a sober violence-free
monochromatic existence since 9:45 this
morning. As you can plainly see, I
feel Tracey within me, not the more
salacious way I might dream of mind
you, but in the way that it has been
demonstrated, and which 4 out of 5
dentists agree, that she possesses a
most contagious sense of ebullience and
divine joy, which scientists from a
darker future have been known to travel
back in time to try and tap her in an
effort to procure such vitality to
treat the truculent surging masses.
Accordingly, the kid in me that loves
the frosted side would exhort you for
your own health and betterment to get
to know the phenomenon that is Tracey,
on the contrary however, since I'm not
too interested in sharing her any more
than I already must, you all better
stay away if you know what's good for
you. Like the bard sayeth, "If this
van's a rockin, don't come a knockin"
and where Tracey is concerned, it is
most definitely "a rockin!"
in the later 1990s. I think we were
about six or seven then, and I remember
being amazed by her senses of humor and
balance. Now she lives in Minneapolis
with her dog Franklin, an amazing and
talented Chocolate Lab of some fame
around the five-county metropolitan
area. She's a keeper!