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Who Are You?:
miss amanda brown
Where Are You?: 180 miles north of Cuba. What Are You?: confused, most of the time. What do you make?: Out, preferrably but lately there's been a lot of in. What do you love?: I love a lot actually. It's just keeping those things around and as shiny as when I first saw them that proves to be the challenge. What do you hate?: I hate a lot more actually. Best to be discrening but certain nicknames let you know you've taken skepticism too far. -Razor Tongue What do you listen to?: metric mile, arcade fire, mum, lali puna, the dears, my second and third thoughts What do you watch?: I watch attempts being made and tivo. What do you drink?: honestly champagne, if the stigma wasn't so pervasive. i get by with beer, wine and on late nights, scotch. What do you smoke?: Nothing,smoking makes me feel closer to dying and I need more time. What do you take?: Not enough, truly, I was raised by a schoool teacher. one day I'll get what's mine. What do you believe in?: I'm in the market for something to believe in. I've tried on several hats that I thought becoming but the wind kept blowing them off. I'm looking for something attractive yet wind-resistant. When We Were 16 Where were you?: 180 miles north of Cuba.What were you?: Wide-eyed. What did you wear?: Jeans, shirts from Contempo Casuals. Sun-In. What did you listen to?: Bjork. Primus. What did you watch?: my parents get drunk. What did you love?: the Future, it looked so bright. So open. I loved the tomorrow. What did you hate?: My curfew, boys, boys who made me want to break curfew. What did you drink?: coca cola. to a junkie degree. Like 7 a day. I'm lucky i still have teeth. What did you smoke?: What did you take?: Lots of crap from people. I've moved on. What did you want to be?: In love. Skinny. Hardcore. Who did you fight?: in my head, boys that ridiculed my large chest. Who/What did you believe in?: Her, She, it was all about the Goddess back then. Have I foresaken her? Where did you go?: The first place I drove with my new driver's license was my grandmother's house. I'm pretty sure I held my breath the entire way. What did you learn?: Life is in the trying, not the succeding. Oh, and no holdiing breath during long car trips. |