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
Wednesday, November 10, 2004 Feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace....Almost everytime I get sick, it starts off as a sore throat that goes from being "not that bad" to "I can't swallow" within a couple hours. This is usually followed by a fever the same night and then the onslaught of the sinuses. But this little bug I seem to have acquired has taken a different approach. It literally feels like there's a little person (midget, dwarf, I'm not quite sure what the PC term is) standing on my chest. That, or someone is crushing the alveoli in my lungs like they're popping bubble wrap. But in spite of the lung problems, I'm surprisingly functional (functional enough to go to work. I take sick days for the weakest reason like, "being tired"). No runny nose, raspy cough, sore throat, fever, achy head. Just this strange kind of pressure. Like if there was a way to let the air out, like a tire, it might feel better. But I guess in reality probably not. Because wouldn't letting the air out just be exhaling? Something that one who works in a pulmonary department should probably know.
There are two (TWO!!) radio stations in Detroit that have changed over to 24 hours a day of Christmas music. And this has been in effect as of the 2nd of November. Less than two days after the kiddies (err....me) took the Halloween costumes off, it's time to get into the holiday spirit. Which I'm nowhere near just yet, with Thanksgiving still being a couple weeks away. (I admit to bringing my reindeer coffee mugs out of storage though -- hey, they're so damn cute, they need to get as much usage as possible,). So even though this early jolly spirit iritates me, since the other radio station suck so bad, I find myself pausing when I round those numbers on the dial. And it isn't so much the songs themselves as much as it is the warm fuzzy feeling that reminds me of Christmas Eve with my family. Even if I'm in the car on the way home from the grocery store singing George Michael at the top of my midget-standing lungs.
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