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I’m working at Celebrate Brooklyn, so get your cute asses over to Brooklyn and start celebrating. Prince, Los Lonely Boys, tv on the Radio, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Mos Def, yo la tengo, Dracula! All free. And stop by the 2 Boots stand to buy some food and show me some love.
I haven’t used live journal in two years. This is a questionaire written by marcel proust in 1891. it was a popular salon game in 19th century paris.
Name: Katrina, hurricane
the main lineaments of my character.
amazing jokes, red hair, green eyes, poor and bare
a quality I desire in a man.
dusty hands and cute suspenders
a quality I desire in a woman.
death and famine
what I appreciate most among my friends.
a six pack or good news
my principal defect.
bad timing
my favourite occupation.
fisherman
my dream of felicity.
beauty maidens, their very souls like wine
nymphs and sluts, disdainful lover of mine!
what would for me be the biggest misfortune.
snakes in my car
whom I would like to be.
myself again, but better
were I would like to live.
vermont, or maybe berlin
the colour I prefer.
green
the flower I love.
i’m a sucker for honeysuckle and lilies
the bird I prefer.
they’re all ok
my favourite authors.
larry mcmurtry, greg palast, jack Kerouac sometimes
my favourite poets.
skeletons
my heroes in fiction.
dick tracy
my heroines in fiction.
betty, not veronica
my favourite composers.
they were all killed by communists
my favourite artists
they were all killed by nazis
my heroes in real life.
Helen Keller, Prince Charming, the cowboys of the west, the pirates of the east
my heroines in history.
they all died alone
my favourite names.
don’t ask me that
what I hate most.
tasting wine. no, I mean wasting time.
the historic characters I dislike most.
catherine the great. No joke, she was wack.
the military enterprise I like the most.
FLEET WEEK
the reformation I appreciate the most.
second awakening, for sure
nature’s gift I would like to have.
unlimited daytime minutes
how I would like to die.
comfortable, temperature wise.
my soul's present condition.
I got the golden ticket
the faults I can bear.
breaking and entering, poor grammar, lactose intolerant
my motto.
let’s do it again
I haven’t used live journal in two years. This is a questionaire written by marcel proust in 1891. it was a popular salon game in 19th century paris.
Name: Katrina, hurricane
the main lineaments of my character.
amazing jokes, red hair, green eyes, poor and bare
a quality I desire in a man.
dusty hands and cute suspenders
a quality I desire in a woman.
death and famine
what I appreciate most among my friends.
a six pack or good news
my principal defect.
bad timing
my favourite occupation.
fisherman
my dream of felicity.
beauty maidens, their very souls like wine
nymphs and sluts, disdainful lover of mine!
what would for me be the biggest misfortune.
snakes in my car
whom I would like to be.
myself again, but better
were I would like to live.
vermont, or maybe berlin
the colour I prefer.
green
the flower I love.
i’m a sucker for honeysuckle and lilies
the bird I prefer.
they’re all ok
my favourite authors.
larry mcmurtry, greg palast, jack Kerouac sometimes
my favourite poets.
skeletons
my heroes in fiction.
dick tracy
my heroines in fiction.
betty, not veronica
my favourite composers.
they were all killed by communists
my favourite artists
they were all killed by nazis
my heroes in real life.
Helen Keller, Prince Charming, the cowboys of the west, the pirates of the east
my heroines in history.
they all died alone
my favourite names.
don’t ask me that
what I hate most.
tasting wine. no, I mean wasting time.
the historic characters I dislike most.
catherine the great. No joke, she was wack.
the military enterprise I like the most.
FLEET WEEK
the reformation I appreciate the most.
second awakening, for sure
nature’s gift I would like to have.
unlimited daytime minutes
how I would like to die.
comfortable, temperature wise.
my soul's present condition.
I got the golden ticket
the faults I can bear.
breaking and entering, poor grammar, lactose intolerant
my motto.
let’s do it again