Seems I'm a bit:
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My Brethren Missed a Sermon?
Hey there lampost, how's it going? - 2006-05-22
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For all of you who ever found yourself wondering: Who in the hell is...? Fishy: a.k.a Chris -- my on-again, off-again, on-again boyfriend/best guy friend/bane of my existence since 1997. He's a techno-geek with a really sweet heart who always bails my ass out when i'm fucked-- which is often. We argue as much as we agree and we often end up slamming phones down (okay, I do that-- he just sighs in frustration) but, at the end of the day, we got each others' backs and we have much love for each other. Fishy plays a lot of board games and is president of the Richard Gere fan club. Jax/Jackie: My best friend since 11th grade. We are both each others' worst enemy and closest pal. We agree about 99% of the time on just about everything and we are highly offensive. Although she lives about 7 hours away now, we keep in touch by selling our fertile womb space to Bell Canada. She owns a tomato costume and may or may not have had a mullet in the recent past. She hates babies with glasses. Dunkleman: My little sister, 5 years my junior. Most of the time she's a putz but every once in a while we get along and we work great together. She loves hockey and Gilmore Girls and possibly a boy we'll call Boris, but i'm not allowed to say. She's my confidant and my most persistant foe. She and I have one of the weirdest sibling relations ever. I put my shirt over her head on Christmas day in 2001. She hasn't been the same since. She likes Conan O'Brien and backhand-slap fights. We are working hard to develop a great secret handshake. Sara: My fellow 'ghetto frosh' with whom I attended University. She was a theatre major like me, but now she's planning on running the joint out in the T-Dot. I don't know how I would have gotten through University without her. We both enjoy amaretto sours and The Amazing Race. She likes having 4 jobs and bending herself into rainbows. Peter Ryan: a.k.a. The Man With Two First Names (TMWTFN). My former movement teacher and cause of all physical pain. He's one of those guys who says things like 'feel your body' and 'don't forget to breathe' and other stuff that makes me roll my eyes and get in trouble. Apparantly I "matured" over two years because when I had him again in 2004-- well, he wasn't *so* bad. He likes throwing balls at people's heads and bare feet. Kyla: my very first real friend and one of my very favourite people in the whole world. She's one of those kids you always get compared to ('why can't you be smart like Kyla?', 'why are you so horse-ugly-- can't you be pretty like Kyla?') but you don't care because she's so cool. She also goes to school in Guelph and likes faking Latina accents and dressing up like a man. She spends her summers in Michigan, pining for swallows and grackles and the like. K-Force: My friend who suffered through DBG's torture chamber with me. She's fun and smart and cool and a bunch of other one-syllable adjectives. She likes mocking her ex-boyfriend and figuring out how Orange Julius makes their smoothies. We don't talk much now (work-related friendship, you know?) but I wish we did. DBG: The store where I formerly toiled. A woman's clothing store, it never failed to attract its share of characters. And psychos. It likes being full of dog sweaters and chunky brooches and being swiffered. The Store
That's all for now, i will update as necessary.
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