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
Tuesday, August 17, 2004 Love me, love me, say that you love me.... And just where does one sign up for a cuddling party? New Yorkers blaze the trail of interesting fads by having orgies with PJs. Sounds like a party? Without the "party"? Although I'm all about affection and cuddling, I assure you I would be the first person kicked out due to excessive laughter. Most likely induced by tickling. Or because I was tickling other people too much. You just can't take me anywhere can you? Expecting me to act like a grown-up, that is.
So I'm participating in the study again where I have to go donate blood once a week. And the place I get my blood drawn is at Karmanos, so all of the other people are usually there for some kind of treatment, usually radiation or chemo. And the blood drawing room is not always a hot spot for good cheer. But the little old man sitting in the chair opposite me changed all that this morning. He was hilarious, in a-little-too-much-information kind of a way. As in, telling us that he was a virgin when he got married and he can keep his wife happy all the time now that she's no longer alive. And telling me that I looked like a blood bank with how many tubes of blood they were taking. And telling me that he needed to take me out sometime after he found out that I was getting paid for donating. And telling me that he just might let me pick up the tab. I guess having a light sense of humor makes the howl you let out when they go for the vein in your hand a little less painful, and a little less serious.
Alrighty. My subject tonight was a punk and didn't show up, so I suppose I can go home now. Sweet dreams.
This is your friendly, gentle, said-with-a-saccharin-sweet smile, reminder that there are only 28 days left for you to pick out my birthday gift. And it better not take you that long to sort through the greeting card aisle at KMart. 12:45 AM
