wendi's Profile |
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| Age: | 28 years old |
| Sex: | Female |
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| Last Login: | Jul 13, 2008 (541 days back) |
About Me |
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Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane! |
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My Interests |
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Danny Zuko, Sandy Olsson, Frenchy, Betty Rizzo, Kenickie, and Cha Cha DiGregario. |
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I'd like to meet:I dream of closests full of dresses, among other things |
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Music:The treetops nod the rain applauds The park grows dark And the swings all slowly die |
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Movies:Koyaanisqatsi, The Man Who Skied Down Everest, Winged Migration, Death Proof, Harold and Maude, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I ♥ Huckabees, La Vie En Rose, Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Kill Bill, Best In Show, Rushmore, There Will be Blood... others too |
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Books:When he was alone, José Arcadio Buendia consoled himself with the dream of infinite rooms. He dreamed that he was getting out of bed, opening the door, and going into an identical room with the same bed with a wrought-iron head, the same wicker chair, and the same small picture of the Virgin of Help on the back wall. From that room he would go into another that was just the same, the door of which would open into another one just the same, and then into another exactly alike, and so on to infinity. He liked to go from room to room, as in a gallery of parallel mirrors, until Prudencio Aguilar would touch him on the shoulder. Then he would go back from room to room, walking in reverse, going back over his trail, and he would find Prudencio Aguilar in the room of reality. But one night, two weeks after they took him to his bed, Prudencio Aguilar touched his shoulder in an intermediate room and he stayed there forever, thinking that it was the real room... Then they went into José Arcadio Buendia's room, shook him as hard as they could, shouted in his ear, put a mirror in front of his nostrils, but they could not awaken him. A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez |
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Heroes:brave souls |
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My Background and Lifestyle |
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| MaritalStatus: | Swinger |
| Hometown: | new otherton |
My Blog |
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Jedi's are fucking heady! |
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| Seriously! They're like buddhists but better, cause they carry light sabre's and can totally kick ass!
This is the jedi code:
There is no emotion; there is peace.There is no ignorance; there is knowle... Posted by wendi on Sun, 27 Nov 2005 04:36:00 PST |
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My Friends |
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Nichole Marie, aron, Gangreenfield, sagried, Jennifer, Dan, Carlos SantanJon, jim, will, carla :o), Brookemonkey, Meat Popsikle, babydoll, beth, Mike, younger brother, Bozzo, cracka ass, beril, MAMACITA, dana [born for this], Tara, *KaleeMA*, Andrea, LOLA, hiro, zoë, THE HUSTLE, christine, Jennifer, Dirty, Tha Itis, jennifer, Beef
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wendi's profile has been tagged with the following keywords. Click a tag to search for profiles with the same tags. tiny yellow flowers, being john malkovich, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, danny zuko, betty rizzo, sunshine of the spotless mind, harold and maude, wicker chair, john malkovich, winged migration, arcadio, kenickie, iron head, light rain, silent storm, death proof, frenchy, aguilar, rushmore, treetops |
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