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"i've been told i have a soothing voice. people have said "it's kinda like a hot knife through meringue" as well as "i think..."
More about Evan
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Occupation:
radio producer / sassy waiter
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Hobbies and Interests:
my besties, making presents, intuition, movie trailers, running up hills, bad jokes
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Favorite Books:
i like milan kundera's stuff, but he's such an asshole. don dellilo has given me chills.
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Favorite Movies:
anything with a talking pig
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Favorite Music:
one song, over and over
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Zodiac Sign:
Virgo
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About Me:
i've been told i have a soothing voice. people have said "it's kinda like a hot knife through meringue" as well as "i think something's broken in your throat."
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Who I Want to Meet:
when i was in sixth grade, i went on a school trip to otter lake in new hampshire. everyone was divided into small groups and had different counselors. as far as i was concerned, i was stuck with thee coolest: marie beaver. enthusiastic, brunette, pretty. one evening, as our group was lying on the grass in the middle of a soccer field looking at the stars, someone said 'shit.' marie said she couldn't tell them not to say 'shit,' because she herself swore, and that she would be a hypocrite if she admonished us for using foul language. it blew my twelve year old mind that marie beaver, who was years older than me, was saying we were guided by the same principles and were essentially equal. twelve equaled twenty for me in that one moment underneath orion. and i fell in love. marie beaver, where are you?
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the streets, and if I say I won't go or give him lip
he won't let me use his Limewire. So I have no
choice really.
almonds. I didn't, but he thought I did and didn't
say a damn thing about it. He's that kind of guy.
Taylor Dane: "Nah. Nah. Nuh-nahnah-Nah."
And you can borrow my tutu Friday, but I need it
Thursday night for a recital.