age: 26 (Aug 01, 1985)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2005
occupation: capitalism facilitator (oops!)
sign: watch for wildlife
body mods: nipple barbells, itty bitty ear tunnels (10 ga)
i lost my virginity: With my heart, in san francisco.
stats: now available in handy travel size
makes me sad: almost anything that ever happens in politics
most humbling moment: Having to leave the man who I had thought was the love of my life. Or possibly, trying to walk through a door carrying skiis sideways.
makes me happy: that crackling noise that old records make; live music outside in the summer; still-warm baguettes; watching bike messengers ride by downtown; that whooshing noise that city buses make at night; sharing good food with friends; swing dancing; winning an argument with someone smarter; men in fedoras; my scooter; breakfast on sunday mornings; watching people dance on rollerskates
Ironically, my place is suddenly coming along really well. Everyone else kept working and the place is getting exponentially closer to done. I'm starting to get really excited about it!
Apropos of nothing, I now hate Bobby Flay more than I did before. Yesterday, I found myself helplessly forced to watch his show because I couldn't reach the remote (pathetic, I know). I was actually starting to enjoy it until he showed us how to score the end of a lamb flank before braising it. "This makes for a great presentation because the meat will all sort of bunch up at one end like...um...a big meat lollipop." Goddamn, that's an image! At least he realized what he'd said, judging by the look on his face. The other guys on screen start trying to crack each other up..."Wow, Bobby...you were right, just look at this GIANT TASTY MEAT LOLLIPOP!" I am holding that man singlehandedly responsible for the psychologically-damaging fever dreams that followed that show.













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