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"Live 2600 meters closer to the stars. I like my life right now. I however, dont like raisins. Boys with the right veins..."
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More About Astrid
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Schools (Other):
Not good enough for prog rock. Hmpf.
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Occupation:
i write & produce while i laugh,drink,travel & luv
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Affiliations:
Jem and the Holograms
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Hobbies and Interests:
le rock du cock, airplanes, telepathy, london, paris, france, your underpants
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Favorite Books:
Airplane booklets
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Favorite Movies:
Sid & Nancy, Viktor Vogel, Spinal Tap, Dolls, Harold & Maude, Frida, All About My mother, Hedwig, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, A Fish Called Wanda, 101 Dalmatians, LOrd Of The Rings, Birdcage
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Favorite Music:
Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Ratt, Tocotronic, Danzig, Aereogramme, IggyPop, L7, JeffBuckley, TheRaincoats, SigurRos, BabesInToyland, Joy Zipper, Hole, DieSterne, TilmanRossmy, Sugarplum Fairies, Echo&TheBunnymen, Pulp, JJ72, Mew, Mogwai, Siouxsie andthe Banshees
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Golden Girls
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About Me:
Live 2600 meters closer to the stars. I like my life right now. I however, dont like raisins. Boys with the right veins showing on their arms are simply appealing. Danelectros and Rickenbackers make me smile. I'm blessed for having the friends that I have. Endlessly thankful and forever in debt to those who are unconditional over distance. I can watch the BBC World News for hours. I like cheese, beer, hands and people who say thank you. Lately I`ve discovered that the best response to "I love you" is "wooord". I dont wanna be buried in a pet cemetary.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Nigel?
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Testimonials and Comments for Astrid
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
Somehow we let this amazing woman grace us with
her divine presence for 4 years and then slip
through the cracks to do bigger and better things
in luckier and probably more deserving countries.
Astrid, when you get sick of being a famous rock
journalist in London, come meet me in Canada, its
not as bad as you hear. And we definitely wont let
you get away again. Till then, I'll be missing you,
Love Kate
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
know a girl has a bit of the devil in
her when she stands in the middle of a
crowded room and sings "Highway to
Hell" with you; I was so lucky. I've
heard a lot of good things about her
and am slowly learning that they are
all true. She doesn't give a damn
about her bad reputation; she never
said she wanted to improve her station.
Astrid bears a striking resemblance to
Catherine Zeta-Jones. I think if she
ever sang "All the Jazz" I might soil
myself.
am constantly trying to stay aware of
similarities between Astrid and my
self. So far...I know that we both
smoke Camel Lights, and we both drink
heavily..., and of course - there's
music. Astrid's man is cool shi* too -
and he has a good name, although I
think Beth likes both of you a lot
more than I do...jk
from her... I'm her very best colombian
friend and when she comes to Bogota, she
uses big glasses, cute purple dresses
and sleeps with a big big pink bear
says: "I miss you, I love you" when
hugged... She looks so liberal, but
careful!! Astrid likes to cry when her
mother doesn't buy the sweets she want...