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kellsbells0714

29 / F / straight / Single

Evanston, Illinois

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Last Online
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Ethnicity
White
Height
5' 7" (1.70m).
Body Type
Used up
Looking For
New friends, Long-term dating, Short-term dating, Long-distance penpals
Smokes
Yes
Drinks
Not at all
Drugs
Never
Religion
Other and very serious about it
Sign
Cancer but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from college/university
Job
Hospitality / Travel
Income
$30,000–$40,000
Kids
Likes children
Pets
Likes dogs and Dislikes cats
Languages
English (Fluently), Turkish (Okay), Spanish (Okay)

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My Self-Summary

First off, you should know that I am not a vegan. Somewhere in my crumbling soul, I feel our maker created us as omnivorous creatures for one reason or another. Henceforth, I do generally stop by McDonald's bi-weekly for a dollar double chee.

Aside from this deviation, I am still a marvelous catch of halibutian proportions. If this does not pose a problem for you, or in fact even matches your standards, please read on:

I only have one wisdom tooth. My pinkies are double jointed.
I kill all plants. I am too lazy to water them. Luckily, I haven't had a dog since I was a small child.

Drinking is lots of fun, unless you are me, and I succumbed to that tortuous vice long ago (or four years; whichever constitutes a staggering long martyrdom).

I know more about baseball than most girls, because I am not trying to impress you. Reed Johnson is my unsung hero.

What I’m doing with my life

Avoiding debt collectors. Getting skooled. Fading into the decor at a long-time hippie diner. Aiding and abetting others. Reading more, complaining less. Socialism, boo ya! Viva Fidel?

Enjoying it, I guess.

I’m really good at

watching televised sports. Noticing when people have gotten their hair cut. Learning foreign curse words. Headstands. Spouting quotes from "American Psycho". Blaming the toot on somebody else.

I would like to say learning foreign languages, but I am going to add a little disclaimer here. I lived in Turkey for a year, and managed to become conversational in Turkish. Upon returning to the States, I noticed that my Spanish which was also conversational had diminished somewhat, since I hadn't used it for some time. Now I am just screwed, because any time I want to use either language, I am constantly inserting words from the other language into the current language I am speaking. I was never diagnosed as dyslexic, mind you, but is this state-dependent dyslexia?

Crossword puzzles.

The first things people usually notice about me

aside from the obvious glibness, that I am a nice enough person and don't smell bad at all. That I try to use big words, but tend to pronounce them all wrong. Erudite is not pronounced eh-rood-itty apparently. My eyes are like big bowls of mocha-colored poo.

My favorite books, movies, music, and food

Books- Argh. Last five books read:
White Noise- Don DeLillo, The Emperor's Children- Claire Messud, Disgrace- J.M Coetzee, Traveling Mercies- Anne LaMott, Play It As It Lays- Joan Didion.
Some T.C Boyle short stories thrown about too.

Movies- Last movie I saw was this Romanian movie called 4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days. It was this really romantic movie about a botched abortion gone awry. (That's pronounced AWE-REE.)

Music- I like a soft rock. Mellow AM gold. I despise Damien Rice.

Food- I don't like cooked carrots, but if it's got cilantro, curry, or Louisiana hot sauce it's a good bet. Or buttercream frosting. Lots of that.

The show "Mad Men" rules my provincial little world. And Kristen Wiig just might be funnier than Tina Fey. But maybe not.

The six things I could never do without

deprecation of self or others, diet coke, words in any form, old sweatshirts, gay men, a blanket.

I spend a lot of time thinking about

SARS and its untimely "disease of the moment" dethronage (I think it's booby cancer now).

Where some of these bands come up with their loverly names? Neutral Milk Hotel, anyone? I think its Mad Libs.

Food and how to get it into my belly.

On a typical Friday night I am

listening. ::tweet tweet::

::ribbit::

::cackle::

::slurp::

::Wilco "Impossible Germany"- kickass guitar solo::

::whoosh . . . ::

::sigh::

The most private thing I’m willing to admit here

I am a sucker for a gimmick. Try me.

Even in my drunkiest, most amphetamine-riddled, benzodiazepined nights, I have never, ever kissed a girl. I will take Katy Perry's word for it.

You should message me if

you plan on typing something that doesn't substitute numbers for letters.

British lads are a +2; please be within six thousand miles from me however.

You want to tell me how strikingly gorgeous I am and leave it at that. That is always welcome.