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
Sunday, October 13, 2002 There's a football in the air. Across a leaf blown field....So how wonderful was the Michigan-Penn State game yesterday? Here's what a dork I am...I went to Mr. B's in Royal Oak to watch the game with two of my sisters. Suzy left early, and Amy left when regulation time was over. So I was planning on running over to Best Buy on my way home to buy a CD, so I was listening to overtime in my car on my way there. And they were on the 2-yard line on first down when I pulled into the parking lot of the store. I was literally running into the store and hauling ass to the TV department to see the last couple plays and the final touchdown. The people in the aisle were laughing at me. Not kidding here. I was literally cheering and squealing in delight in the middle of the plasma TV section. And even on a couple thousand dollar TV, it was still the most beautiful touchdown I've seen in a while.
Hmmmm...what else is up. Friday night was a good time. Suzy and I headed off to Happy Hour for the Detroit Social Club at about 6:30, and I've never ever seen Fifth Avenue (the bar it was at) so crowded before. And I think I have this knack for choosing the most inappropriate place to stand in a crowd. Whether people choose to make an aisle directly where I'm standing, or whether they need me to move to make their pool shot (in which case I'm always tempted to say, "You're going to miss anyways"), I was beginning to think I was wearing a sign that said, "Please push me out of your way." But aside from extreme crowdedness, it was a good time. We headed over to Memphis Smoke later to see Jill Jack, who was excellent, as always. I had an extemely old man ask me for my phone number too, telling me that I was "bubbly". Last time I checked, I wasn't a rare vintage of champagne, but what ever you say buddy. Needless to say, the digits didn't get passed along. But on the whole, I had a fun night.
Michael Moore is my new hero. He was on one of those Sunday morning talk show things (with Stone Phillips maybe? I wasn't paying attention...). And he has such good points to make. But he makes them in such a great sardonic way, you can't help but think that we, as Americans really are morons. And even though he tends to make fun of things a lot, he still knows his shit. When asked what he thought about the sniper in MD, he pointed out that 7-9 children die everyday in the US by gunshots, but they don't get the satellite feed to the entire country about them because they don't happen to be in the same county like they are in MD. That murders in the last 5 years (I think that was the time span he gave) are actually down 20%, but on the news, their coverage of murder is up 600%. Isn't that just disturbing? Hopefully his new movie will be out somewhere nearby enough that I can go see it....On a slightly related note, I'm almost done with Survivor, and I might as well add it to my favorite books section now. Because there is no other word I can use to describe it other than brilliant. It has a lot of stuff in it that I need to mull over, but I'll get back to you when I finish it...
Well, Pnut and I are going to be leaving in a little while to go see Ryan Adams. I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!! I know I tend to get excited to see concerts, but especially for this one, I'm damn near giddy. So I'm going to go now. I'll tell you all about how awesome he was tomorrow. PS. I've added a new song to my repeats. He makes me happy. Bye.
PS. If anyone ever calls me in the middle of the night and Caller ID Blocks their number, what do you think that means? I think that means that they know I don't want to talk to them. So why the hell would I answer it then if I can figure it's someone I don't want to talk to?
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