Gosh, I don't know. If I put down one movie I liked, I'd have to do another. And another. Since it would start becoming a "list" I'd have to write more. And I'm too tired for that, obviously. Mr. Peanut should definitely star in his own film, though. I'd totally watch that.
Television
The infomercial for the Magic Bullet is fabulous. Gotta love those colored comfort lip rings for the self-mixing party mugs.
Books
I don't honestly think I could fit everything I want to list in this box. So I just won't try.
Heroes
Mr. Peanut, mah wife, whoever it was that invented onion rings, Slippy McGee, Edward Gorey, the Trix rabbit (so persistent..and silly), everyone in the National Yogurt Association, The Great Mizuti, Edward "Sonny" Barq IV, D-rek, Lewis Carroll (callooh callay, hell yes!), and of course... Brown Man the Carmel Hobo.
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Emma TIP: Never ask your highly energetic kitten if she could be more irritating. Because she cannot verbally respond, she will demonstrate. Posted at 10:33 PM Oct 6 view more
About me:
Hello. About me? My name is Emma. I'm a quippy, DSPS, nondiurnal, liberal, and seclusive pedantess, flâneur, procrastinator, infomaniac, pescetarian, atheist, rationalist, and huge fan of Mr. Peanut.
You might also call me goofy. Y'know, in no particular order...
More basic?
I'm nineteen. I live most miserably in Maine, erm, delight in alliterations, and originally come from not at all miserable California. I have a super friggin' awesome apartment in Bangor with my super friggin' awesome boyfriend. My favorite color is yellow. My shoe size is 6 1/2. The large speckled birthmark on my right ankle closely resembles dirt. The mole under my right eye curses me to live a sorrowful life. I hate exercise, love sleep, and feel neutral toward the scent of potting soil. My daily life consists of napping, video games, studying the world's fattest book, and painting my toenails pretty colors.
Now you can write a biography about me.
This used to be where I complained about being forced into having a MySpace by my wretched peers and not really wanting to stay. This is no longer true. I'm obsessed with this place and dangerously close to taking my camera into the bathroom for the classic mirror picture and/or boob-accentuating angle shot.
But I do enjoy other things besides gentleman legumes and social networking! These other things include knee socks, spanakopita, living like a spicy yellow-lit bohemian, sleeping all day, sleeping all night, wedges, making lists, street performers (particularly violinists), fondant, beauty, swimming, nursery rhymes, puppies, a really good stretch and yawn that makes you shake all over, jewelry that jingles, and realizing you could have won five grand if you had been in that cash cab since you knew every fucking answer and the dummies on the show didn't.
Shut up.
I think I've got this 'about me' bit covered. Move along. Feast your eyes upon my scrawled name signing.
Oh, but I'm bored as hell. If you know me, you already knew that. Call if you know the number. Not that you'll get me, but.. you could like, leave a really silly message. I like those.
^ I was fifteen there and do so want to take this picture down, but I get such funny messages about it...
Who I'd like to meet: Mr. Peanut, Fudgums, a baby beluga, Dr. Salvador, Chef Wendell, you, Nell Kellty, me, Henry "Uh-huh" Rogers, them, Special Delivery Kluger and Burgermeister Meisterburger (but for the love of Kurt, not at the same time!), polka-dotted leprechauns, nose kissers, milkmen, milkwomen, politically correct milkpersons, kinky librarians, Posin' Cricket, any people who would consider themselves to be mesmeraculous, Mr. Six, lovers of sassafras and rhubarb, Flip (a frightful fellow), The King of all Cosmos, Domo-kun, admirers of Cad the Sexy Left Foot, pirates, limping and gauze-covered scissormen, ragamuffin rapscallions, twisty-tie hoarders, Gogo Dodo and Beaky Buzzard (definitely at the same time), someone who wears a snood, Fannie Farmer, whip carriers, that guy from that movie, Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser the Third, and anyone who used to know me (especially from my Carmelian days) because I love that reconnecting stuff.
I've got one under the name "John Johnson" that I made when I was like 14 (I was still paranoid about using my real name on the internet). It doesn't have anything on it, and I've only got like 1 friend.
I'll make an authentic facebook page one of these days.
OHHHHHHHHHHH NO! Not my myspace! Its gentle and innocent and doesnt react to hitting well. I'd apologise (yeah i went all british on that one) immediately or... I might be really upset! LOL
yeah that totally sucks to be you maybe you will get someone someday... not sure though.. i mean i wouldn't count on it!!! but yeah i got sent home for making a rude comment one night and then they let me to go because they hired too many temps i'm just positive i pissed off the wrong person and he cried about it to the big ladies and got me hacked up and fired but oh fucking well i got a new job working for the bangor daily news paper delivery thing it's kinda sweet so far i just had my first day last night... it's another night shift job... YAY :D
you still getting a million and a half hours at wally world? hope things are going good there for yeah! peace outside n'stuff!
(high pitched scream) EMM!! :D hi there little girl!! had to tell you i was moved to the brewer store though i'm sure you already figured that out but nathan said something about i would have told you i was going or something like that but i was told right after my shift that if i didn't go i was fired so i didn't have a choice but yeah i got fired anyway how cool is that! did you get a roommate yet? cause really it has been a long long time since you have been looking and it might say something about the person that is looking no? hehe have a good night!!!
Now you're just tempting me with a good time. And you may want to have a sit down with your arm. Mr. Fist doesn't have herpes... Your arm may be a whore.
That stuff happens, I swear. Make sure it's not all over the shrink. That may prove very uncomfortable for you.
hmmm i never even noticed your balls comment... it didn't tell me i had a new one... damn myspace... clever... clever... and it wasn't my choice to have the week off!!! it's crazy!!! i'm gonna lose out on sooo much money... i hate you for working... you should give me all your earnings for the week to pay for my bordom!!! !!!!!!! teehee hope the weeks been fun nathan been just as nathany as usual?
