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Name: emily
Country: United States
Birthday: 10/10/1980
Gender: Female
Interests: all of the below + exploring and pretty much anything interests me
Expertise: apple carving, welding, home repair ala Bob Vila, extemporanious songs
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
12/13/2003
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| i have been shamed. apologies to my readership for a long stint of boringness. although life is less than boring as of late. i'll be leaving my job after another week, and don't yet have any plans for what will happen after that. suggestions?
though i wouldn't describe myself as a beach type, my current situation:
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| tonight. was, as of late at least, a non-traditional night for me having recently reset my circadian rhythm to bias the early side of things (ok, less than a week of it, but i mean, more rested than in a long time, really). old moved-away friend kristen is in town, so a group of people get together at local restarant/bar to hang out with departed friend... as i walk in the place I start telling a story about work or something... and i suddenly realize why i know the waiter walking around the corner of my field of vision. he is joseph, my aunt is mary, we talked about italy a couple of years ago, and i see him around town infrequently, but always have thought, why do i know you? because you look like the brother of my roommate? no. now i remember. little did i know that later that night and one venue removed we would be dancing...waltzing even. to take a load off, annie. in the very strict (and yet loose) he-is-leading-she-is-reading-the-lead kind of way. what? this is the bizarre circumstance of singleness. not knowing who you might be waltzing with later that night... is that true?
i am quite sure that joseph is a flirt. and also that i am awakened to the fact that i dont live with a man that is close enough to hear breathe. and that seems at this point decidedly unnatural. | | |
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Chinatown
By Richard Bakalyan, Faye Dunaway, Jerry Fujikawa, Bruce Glover, John Hillerman
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wow. there was an outpouring of enthusiasm after my last post, which
is helpful to me today after having envisioned hurling the bricks from
my back yard into all the large panes of glass in close range. it
wasn't a great day.
but you have convinced me, and i am carefully crafting a route with string and push pins on US (+) map!
the new hair is much darker, and i think i could do something like this:  .
i found my very first best friend, adam. aw. he's a young dem in DC now:  .
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| em update:
i am staying up later and later lately i think because i am waiting for something to happen. and it doesn't, so i stay up longer. sad, i know. it breeds rhythmic, bluesy, melancholic Steinbeck songs played on an eighteen dollar kid's guitar. and i kind of like those. maybe i'm subconsciously doing it on purpose.
and (if i post it will it be real?), good Lord willing and the creek don't rise, i will be sighing and tearing myself away from what has become a very good (in many ways) job sometime this spring. i could say much more than you would want to hear about it. including descriptions of my deep inner turmoil that, when described aloud, seems to hold no water at all.
in light of the above, perhaps you will be finding me on your doorstep. let me in. i will cook you dinner. you could give me a warm couch and perhaps gas money. i will play you rhythmic, bluesy, melancholic Steinbeck songs.
i have new hair as of yesterday. some tidy robber somewhere has my camera or i'd show. | | |
| i'll be in New York until Wednesday to see old friends and new. and to take a train to Providence Tuesday. and to pass into my 28th year of life. and by that i mean that i'll turn 27. i am excited about it. and that is counter to my normal nonchalance about any kind of travel experience.
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