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| elizabeth ayn... |
| who i am. |
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| i don't like mushrooms... or onions, or mustard, or peppers. all that stuff is nasty. i don't like spam, either. i mean, who does? but i just discovered this a few years ago. before then i'd never had the opportunity to taste the stuff...and when i did have the chance to try it the texture of it alone made me sick. |
| thank you chalita robinson thank you shelley juhl o'brien thank you maxfield parrish thank you ralph steadman thank you julie moore thank you roach thank you mom thank you dad thank you ben thank you counting crows thank you neutral milk hotel thank you carole king thank you led zeppellin thank you sublime thank you radiohead thank you e thank you ben folds thank you simpsons thank you john cusak thank you baz luhrman thank you john hughes thank you john waters thank you jessie thank you world thank you moon thank you sun thank you kismet thank you nancy thank you violet thank you sponge thank you miss kitty thank you pepper thank you titania thank you puck thank you oberon thank you jeremy thank you missing links thank you jonas bean thank you chuck palahniuk thank you ayn rand thank you grandmommy thank you grandma thank you grandpa thank you flying squirrel thank you opposable thumbs thank you charles darwin |
| who really slips on banana peels? does that actually happen? |
| favorite color: all of them...cerulean especially, though |
| favorite day of the week: wednesday |
| favorite place: here |
| favorite influence: chalita |
| favorite thing: art |
| what i do when i am bored...sulk |
| why i wake up in the morning...mom & dad |
| 10 years from now i will....be who i am today |
| favorite person: you |
| i read rolling stone religiously. i mean cover to cover. i don't miss an editorial or a quote. i owe much of my understanding for music to rolling stone. thank you rolling stone. |
| i'm going to new york for the summer...to teach art at a summer camp in the berkshire mountains. this has been a dream of mine since i was a little girl. i leave june 20th. miss me. |
| i want to be known. but not for anything but being myself. i don't want to be a well-known artist. i don't want to be famous. i want people to be able to say they know me just because i met them once and made their day a little nicer...is that cheesy? |
| my days consist of me sleeping in. i don't like to sleep the days away. i just do. i would rather someone wake me so that i have the whole long day to get things accomplished. my parents call me lazy. i'm not lazy. i mean...i don't mean to be lazy. |
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