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
Saturday, October 19, 2002 With your standard issue broken heart, you step into your Saturday shoes....Speaking of Saturday and shoes, I bought the cutest shoes today. They're red. I don't think I've ever bought red shoes before...Just call me Dorothy.
So putting my G.W. plans aside -- I'll get back to it, I promise. I saw lots of websites that made me laugh my ass off today. But it would take more time than I'm willing to invest right now to track down all my links. Instead, you get to hear other junk -- but not anything about work. Per the request of one of my readers in Massachusetts (who shall remain nameless except for he starts with "D" ends in "ave Hartter" and whose Boilermakers got their ass kicked today), I promise to stay away from ranting about incomprehensible work jargon. Which works out convieniently, it being Saturday and all.
So last night Parini and I were all gung ho about,as Parini put it, putting on our dancing shoes aka big black beautiful boots and going to shake our groove thangs with her mystery guest. So after inviting a bunch of folks, it was still just the two of us and the mystery guest that headed out. We all went to Have a Nice Day Cafe. How can you beat no cover and $1 drinks? I don't think you can. So they have the most classic mix of music at this bar. It's totally your classic 70s and 80s music (think Brickhouse and Bust a Move and Wild Thing and Footloose and I Will Survive and Baby Got Back) mixed in with some recent stuff. And we just had a good time dancing. I also got to be Avril Lavigne last night. Was I a punk poser? No. Did I like Sk8er Bois? No. But at the bar, they had this strange thing going on with ties. Like the ties were cut and you were supposed to find who had the other end of the tie. But by the end of the night there were mostly just people wearing like 10 at once in many creative fashions. An interesting idea that didn't really go anywhere. Oh, and Kevin was the mystery guest, specially flown in from Connecticut for the weekend. Isn't that just the sweetest thing ever?
So that's all from me. I'm watching Trading Spaces, so I have to go be the couch critic now. It's been a while since I've seen someone cry on this show....Bye for now.
PS. Survivor was one of the most remarkably brilliant books I've ever read. I finished it today and I'm still thinking about how every little thing in it was just fabulous. From the use of the flowers to the etiquette to the clairvoyance. It was all so fabulous. I'm pondering. It's given me a lot to absorb and hopefully I'll have some fringe thoughts tomorrow if I can get it down on paper. I'm on to Salman Rushdie.
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