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More About Dee
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Schools (Other):
i don't have those.
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Occupation:
bum extraordinaire...student, intern
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Hobbies and Interests:
art, taking pictures, art, making films, sitting, sleeping, art, fashion, eating, long walks on the beach, sushi, traveling, and your mom. i love school supplies.
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Favorite Books:
brautigan's trout fishing in america, interpreter of maladies, the great gatsby.
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Favorite Movies:
cache, casablanca, ocean's 11, lost in translation, donnie darko, finding nemo, amelie.
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Favorite Music:
i have an eclectic musical taste in various notes and keys.
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Favorite TV Shows:
sex and the city, scrubs, south park, the cosby show, arthur, family guy. guilty pleasure: reality tv.
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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About Me:
no.
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Who I Want to Meet:
i, robot.
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Testimonials and Comments for Dee
go clean some bathrooms.
I miss hearing you say "you're stupid"
At her best, Dee is serene and silver-tongued, while at her worst, she is cute and playful...and at her drunkest she is spiteful and adventurous (spelunker of questionable apartment alleys, Harlem). She is easy to lift, and has no will power. She is traditionaaaaaal. If I had to liken her to an animal, I would answer the care bear. She likes little kids a little too much if you get what I'm saying...little. Dee is a chump...and a pip squeak...and a drugstore cowboy. She likes to take long pauses on the beach and hold hands. Real romantical.
sure Dee is not Jesus?? Well, she's got
less candles.
Than Jesus. Happy birthday!
::this card sponsored by a Jesuit
institution::
bland and repetitive shoe-shining of the
person it's being written for...all while
making yourself seem great, you won't
find any of that here, I'm afraid. D, my
little baby cousin D. She's always been
a punk. Piano? Violin? Those are just
dusty ornaments. What did she do
when she was younger? Jump on
trampolines with her little sis' Amy.
Jumped, jumped, jumped they did.
From morning straight thru till night.
One might assume (correctly) that her
brain would be affected negatively by all
that trauma to the head...what with all
the shaking and spinning. When she
got older, she wanted to get baggy,
long jeans that would drag on the
ground and clean the streets of Toronto
as she walked. I guess that's
commendable except for the fact that
she tracked that sh*t back into our
house. Last time I saw her, she was in
a zombie make-up phase...What's next
for D? I still love my baby cousin
though...there are biffers and bo
concentration. Dee is 100% consenting.
I don't like her when shes Juice. I
like her when shes SPRUCE! Dee is
great, if you like spending time with
someone you makes you learn that the
true meaning of life can be experienced
in terms of matching colors...dont hang
out with her..she will school you. She
is also quicker than lightening when it
comes to MARXISM. She once told
me..."victor, why do you cry so much?"
to which i replied..."because i laugh
you"...she then somehow turned me into
a marxist!!!?
college. She proved to me that out of
a group of silly freshmen, there's
always bound to be someone (in my
case, her) who is intelligent and cool.
Or maybe I was just delusional - I
don't know Dee - hehe.
upon a time, even the most lethargic
tourist of lackadaisical imprecision,
spare of time and bereft of interest,
could locate "Dee's left eye" with
brain-exploring accuracy. Note the
photo at above left, i.e.
your "screen's" NW territory. There it
is, plain to perceive and flummoxing to
see: that left eye. Once upon a time.
But this is why G. Washington invented
the photo-graphe - to holde forever,
upon yon explorative braine, existence
as suche. "Dee's left eye" once rode
horses and held her liquor for her, in
a bag made of glass.. perhaps too much.
The point is, "Dee's left eye" was
eventually conquered by the aggressive
influx of a hanging-bangs hair-troop,
leaving us few survivors insatiably
flummoxed. Consult her living specimen
(some say "spectre") - the eye has
disappeared. Where is it today?
EPILOGUE/SOLUTION: Wh..who is Dee?