About Me
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age: 29 (Mar 27, 1980)
MEMBER SINCE: November 2004
occupation: interpreter
crush: my fuckin' lady-friend
makes me sad: Not volunteering for a political cause; Motorcycle Diaries, snubbed by oscar
stats: Was the only maths I took at uni.
sign: Stop (Hammertime)
body mods: All these rolls, and rolls, of fat. And, body-hair, lots of body-hair.
*spoilers*
[This is from an e:mail to a correspondent of mine on OkCupi. We befriended each other internetically in April '05, & though we've never actually met, we maintain sporadic, amiabile discourse. She is also recently married, so quite willing to give dating advice. -- ajs]
So, the evening's story: NYE, I opened at the cineplex -- this year, for the first in my seven years at my nine-to-five, I was off the Eve as well the Day -- & stayed 'til 5.00 pm, 5.30. Afterward, drove over to my mother & stepfather's, ate some cheese & crackers, drank a Coca-Cola Zero, & talked about the news & the year that were. Got out of there about 6.30, 6.45, & went back to my flat. Stripped out of my work-clothes, read a magazine, napped, & up at nine. Showered, put on a nice pair of denim long-pants & button shirt, & drove to the near-by, newly-christened Cafe Hollander location in the Tosa Village (diablosrojos.us). Read there would be karaoke there, & having caught the bug to embarass myself at such while in Toronto -- two nites, at one Irish bar, did Andrew W.K.'s "Party Hard", then Tenacious D's "Fuck Her Gently" -- I figured, why not take my shamelessness local? I don't have any friends to lose, anyway...
So, I did. But when I got there, the singing hadn't begun, so I took a table on the opposite side of the bar from where the 'oke dj would set up & had a cup of chili, some fries, & two hot-toddies & part of one Strongbow Cider. Also tried to pip up to the off-duty bar-staff & their friends/sig-others playing Scrabble just behind & talking amongst themselves. Alack, I was not cool enough for their sceneasta circle-jerk.
Damn me.
But my nite was not lost. 10.30 pm, I hear the music playing (Fernando). The tones were dulcet (Fernando). So, I picked up my Strongbow & took a seat in the back. Ended up getting chatted up by a couple...
[This is from an e:mail to a correspondent of mine on OkCupi. We befriended each other internetically in April '05, & though we've never actually met, we maintain sporadic, amiabile discourse. She is also recently married, so quite willing to give dating advice. -- ajs]
So, the evening's story: NYE, I opened at the cineplex -- this year, for the first in my seven years at my nine-to-five, I was off the Eve as well the Day -- & stayed 'til 5.00 pm, 5.30. Afterward, drove over to my mother & stepfather's, ate some cheese & crackers, drank a Coca-Cola Zero, & talked about the news & the year that were. Got out of there about 6.30, 6.45, & went back to my flat. Stripped out of my work-clothes, read a magazine, napped, & up at nine. Showered, put on a nice pair of denim long-pants & button shirt, & drove to the near-by, newly-christened Cafe Hollander location in the Tosa Village (diablosrojos.us). Read there would be karaoke there, & having caught the bug to embarass myself at such while in Toronto -- two nites, at one Irish bar, did Andrew W.K.'s "Party Hard", then Tenacious D's "Fuck Her Gently" -- I figured, why not take my shamelessness local? I don't have any friends to lose, anyway...
So, I did. But when I got there, the singing hadn't begun, so I took a table on the opposite side of the bar from where the 'oke dj would set up & had a cup of chili, some fries, & two hot-toddies & part of one Strongbow Cider. Also tried to pip up to the off-duty bar-staff & their friends/sig-others playing Scrabble just behind & talking amongst themselves. Alack, I was not cool enough for their sceneasta circle-jerk.
Damn me.
But my nite was not lost. 10.30 pm, I hear the music playing (Fernando). The tones were dulcet (Fernando). So, I picked up my Strongbow & took a seat in the back. Ended up getting chatted up by a couple...


























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