Wearing socks. Driving slow. Avoiding the sun. Playing Baldur's Gate. Cold cereal. Hot chocolate. Did I mention cereal?
Music
I've read about it. Lately I've been digging the new Collective Soul stuff. Their CD "Youth" and their concert DVD "Home." Brilliant.
Movies
Fav: The Matrix. Runners up: Meet Joe Black, The Cider House Rules, Aliens, Terminator 3, You Can Count On Me, The Lord of the Rings, The Exorcism of Emily Rose
Television
I really like the TV show "Monk." I don't get the channel it appears on, so I've been watching it through Netflix.
Books
Yup, I got a stack of 'em.
Heroes
I like mine with extra lettuce and hold the tomato.
Yuri's Details
Status:
Single
Here for:
Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
Moonpie Junction
Body type:
6' 4" / Average
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Zodiac Sign:
Gemini
Children:
I don't want kids
Education:
College graduate
Occupation:
Web Developer
Income:
Less than $30,000
Yuri's Schools
University Maryland
College Park, MD
Graduated: 1984
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Advertising Design
1982 to 1984
Montgomery College
Rockville, MD
Graduated: 1982
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Associate's Degree
Major: Studio Art
1980 to 1982
Yuri's Companies
"between jobs" US
Yuri in your extended network Posted at 1:48 PM Jun 29, 2008 view more
About me: My upbringing may be somewhat atypical. I was sold into slavery at the tender age of 7. This was to help pay for my father’s knee replacement surgery, and I was later told, just to get me out of the house. I was having trouble graduating from first grade anyway, so I figured this might be a good chance to make a fresh start. Once in my new home in Choybalsan, Mongolia, I quickly realized a second tour of first grade might not have been that bad after all. My new education consisted of caring for a herd of 180 llamas. This left little time for Reading, Riting, and Rithmatic. Still, I didn’t mind too much. I was young and shortsighted. Besides, how many of my old friends had been to Choybalsan? I was seeing the world, or at least a small llama shit covered portion of it. The years passed slowly. My only friend was Hxa, the slop boy. On occasion we would find time to play spirited games of badminton. We didn’t have any of the proper equipment, instead using sticks for racquets and a dead sparrow, or it might have been a finch, for a shuttlecock. As luck would have it, on my 23rd birthday, my master died from a freak fondu accident. I took this as a sign--time to move on. I set out walking northeast crossing into Russia without knowing it. Half frozen and dehydrated I stumbled into Krasnoyarsk. I was taken in by a family traveling with a small circus. I was befriended by Svetlana the “amazing hula-hoop girl!” Our brief affair came to a sudden end once Svetlana’s father found out about us. Staring at the wrong end of a gun, I quickly decided it was again time to move on. Hopping trains and finally stowing away on a freight ship, I found my way back to the United States. After years of living in the icy grip of poverty and despair, I was finally home. Now I live an ice-free life of poverty and despair in central Florida.
Who I'd like to meet: Myself, when I was 5 years old. Then I could tell myself, "Listen, you're young, you're going to make a lot of mistakes. That's not a problem, it's part of life. But here are a few whoppers you'll want to avoid...."
Heyyyyy! How are ya??? I think about you every day when I see the Post-It note you left me. Hallmark ain't got nothin' on you! We still need to get together for another brouhaha one of these days. Okay, I'm gonna heed your advice and go to bed. Be in touch! Let's make a plan.
Thank you so much. I did some photos to help with creating a calendar for charity. The proceeds will go towards spinal cord injury research. You can see the banner on my profile.
Happy Birthday! (That's funny. . . . When we were on break the other day, you didn't mention you had a birthday coming up. ) Oh, and have a great vacation, too!!!
.. I send this a day early...so you will get it early in the morning!.......(ahem, ahem,) One anda Two andaah three anda four.....Happy Birthday to YEEEEEW (cha-cha-cha)! Happy Birthday to YEEEEEEW (cha-cha-cha)! Happy birthday Dear GUSTAAAAAAAAHHHHHF, aka ERIC and all other aliases that you have ever been knoooown byyyyyyyyyy, Happy Birfday teeeewwwwwww yeeeewwwwww!...and maaaaaneeeee moreeeeeeeee..
Whazzzuppp?!?!?! I was in your neck of the woods this afternoon. Thought about stopping in and "hello-ing" at you, but you looked so focused. Come up to the Library sometime this week, and check out our collection of adult magazines. Hahaha! I kid! I kid!
Please, always call me Muffin Top! I think I have survived (yay), and I'll be back to deal with my 550 unread emails tomorrow (boo). Seriously, though, what the **** is up with our building's plagues?
I am glad you gave blood today, unlike me. Because I am a big fat selfish jerk. I'm sorry, little guy in the cafeteria who was saved by transfusions!!!!
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