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Name: JOHN
Country: United States
State: New York
Birthday: 10/22/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: people-watching, treadmill-running, major binge-eating, blahblahblah-talking, movie-watching, fashion-policing, sleeping-sleeping, stuff.
Expertise: i love hiking and camping and the outdoors...well, under certain circumstances. And I don't know why most people don't believe me when I tell them this.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/7/2003
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| "Regular"*Warning*
The post below relates to a subject matter that is not necessarily categorically labeled as commonplace and/or acceptable.
That being said, I'm going to talk about something that all my really close friends (and just regular friends, acquaintances, and anyone within the tri-state area) have probably heard me talk about: being regular! Now, i'm a firm believer in being regular almost to a fault; if i don't go at least four times a day, I know, something is UP. Like, I got me some cancer or the clap or some shit like that. Of course that's hardly the case, but still, I have an OCD-like attitude toward a regular, healthy track record. And why? What makes a healthy colon so important? Why does one need a fiber supplement? Why does my toilet need such a workout? Because, kids, a healthy colon means a healthy person...so says the Dalai Lama. Or Oprah. You know, come to think of it, I think I spotted this quote somewhere on the subway. You know, between the ads for Dr. Zizmor and Air Conditioner Repair school. But honestly, how often does your air conditioner break down? It's called PC RICHARDS AND SONS. Go out and buy a new one for goodness sake.
So back to being regular. As most of you know, I got a colonic a few months ago. I'm planning to schedule another one sometime this month. I recommend this to everyone. Colonics are kind of amazing--you'll feel refreshed and skinny. Who doesn't want that? I know I do.
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| plans for the summer..!
-lose lots of weight
-develop a healthy but sexy six pack.
-go tanning
-see plastic surgeon
...and this is all for our little trip to Fire Island aka Fye Eye aka The Isle of Fire in July...!
and if y'all are lucky, i'll post some pics up of that trip. And if you guys are REALLY lucky, i won't post them. You know, because that whole blindness thing kinda sucks. | | |
| Secret Singe Behavior #2-As soon as I get home from work around 645, like clockwork, I'll turn on the TV, anticipating the best thing to happen since meatless buffalo wings: Jeopardy. I think the only thing more entertaining to me is the lie I tell myself that I'm smart enough to be on the show. Kinda like "oh....WHAT IS LUXEMBOURG??" Like I really know that shit.
-And after Jeopardy, there's Wheel of Fortune. Can't miss that.
-Dirty laundry. Everywhere.
-This kinda goes back to the second one--I'll actually talk to the TV. Like "BUY A VOWEL! BUY AN 'O'! IT'S 'OLD FASHIONED SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS', YOU IDIOT!" Yeah, I don't think it could get any sadder than that.
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| In honor of Sex and the City--In honor of the upcoming premier of the SATC movie, i've decided to compile a brief list of my own
SSB- (Secret Single Behavior)
-As soon as I come home, I pull back the shower curtain and peek into the bathtub..you know, just in case some random bum happens to be snoozing in there.
-sometimes I don't really 'wash' my dishes as so much 'rinse' them...gross, i know.
-every single closet/storage container/drawer/dresser is completely stuffed to the brim with everything and anything...as long as it looks clean on the outside, what does it matter how disoriented and chaotic it looks on the inside?
-i'll watch episodes of the Brady Bunch over and over again. Then download Captain and Tenile or Nancy Sinatra songs. Throw in a formica table top and it might as well be 1965.
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| I can't believe I have access to the internet again--it's like I have access to the 'outside' world, which is ironic because typing away on your brand new Macbook inside your miniscule Manhattan apartment couldn't be farther from the outside.
My eyes are getting slightly bleary from staring the the screen--could it be that the Mac's screen is waaaay too bright? Seriously, I feel the white screen is partially blinding to the extent that i feel like I'm staring at a light bulb.
I'm just relieved that I can probably operate Itunes, AIM, and the internet all simultaneously without having to worry about my computer suddenly acting like Regan in The Exorcist. I'm sorry, that wasn't the most appropriate analogy. Let's go with Hal from 2001 Space Odyssey. | | |
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