Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Monday, October 21, 2002 I'm just waiting for the light to change....So imagine my surprise this morning when I'm driving down Rochester Road on my way to work and I glance over to see, who driving next to me? None other than my very own sister Suzy. After honking for a couple minutes and pissing off all the other commuters around me, she finally looked over and started laughing. It's strange because she never goes down that road, except for this morning. I've come to the realization that the world is either a very small place, or there are too many of my parents' offspring roaming around the metro Detroit area. A likely combination of both.
My brother called last night too. Just to talk to me. I haven't physically spoken to my brother in over 4 months. Since he was here for Amy's wedding. I mean, he's talked to my mom, but I haven't heard a word out of St. Louis for 4 months. Sometimes it seems very strange to me that I even have this brother that lives half (or maybe a third) of the country away. It's not like we're estranged or anything. There are no bad feelings between us whatsoever. And it seems strange too, because I see and talk to all my other siblings often enough to know them. You know? To just know each other and know what things they enjoy, and how things are going, and what makes them happy, and how they spend their freetime, and making our stupid jokes. It seems strange to me that I don't have this with my brother. He moved away from home to Baltimore when I was maybe a freshman (maybe a sophomore) in high school I think. So there's so much of each other's lives we've missed out on. I hate to even say this, but I really hardly even know my brother. Most of the things that we know about each other are from before he moved, and an enormity of things have happened to both of us since then. I mean, I love talking to him and still really enjoy his company when I do get a chance to see him, but I don't know how much that makes up for lost time. But the strange thing is, as corny as it sounds, but there's no one else on this earth that I could talk to less and still mean so much to me. I may seem like a paradox that I can neglect our relationship so much and still consider him one of the most important people in my life. I know it doesn't make sense, but I guess it's the old (and yes, corny) adage of blood being thicker than water.
And to keep the little family theme going on today, here's something strange that proves that Amy and I do in fact share a brain. So do you ever have those dreams where you can't run? Like someone's chasing you and you're the only one moving in slo mo? Well, I have these dreams frequently enough to have conquered this bothersome quirk. How, you ask? Well, I bend over and grab onto the grass of course and kind of pull myself along while kind of doing this hopping thing. Sound messed up? Well, AMY DOES THE EXACT SAME THING IN HER DREAMS. Is that not just crazy bizarre? Everytime we try to explain this to people, they think we nuts. Well, no big shocker there.
Ok, now that you've gotten the trip into my family album, I'm going to go now.
PS. OMG!!! They have a new show on VH1 starting next Monday at 10pm, that's like Trading Spaces. The best part about it, is that it's a rock star that's coming in to be the designer and redecorate shit. Where do I sign up???
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