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gaby fancypants

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I JUST WANNA DANCE.

[and make films, write, and talk shit]

My name is Gaby. You'd like me better if I was a boy.

I went to film school in Paris for three years and it was lamer than you'd think. I am now back in Ohio and it is better than you think, but still very lame.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

My future comrades in the fight against apathy and monotonous, dreary lives.

Artists, musicians, writers, cataphiles, cinephiles, boys with big hands and girls who dance. Anyone who doesn't take the world seriously. People who want to make movies with me. Travel buddies and couchsurfers. Girls who aren't afraid to be funny and ugly.

Also, the people responsible for this:

My Blog

stiff nips & fingertips

Rooms make the weirdest noises in the dead of the night. Maybe it's just the creak of this bed underneath my weight, who knows.Stuck here with a stuffy nose and jet lag which has turned into insomnia ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:57:00 GMT

the return of mr. figment

I've got everything all set up as normal, overhead light buzzing, computer screen not-quite-big-enough, and that feeling of slight discontent in the pit of my stomach. It's almost three in the morning...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 23:44:00 GMT

let’s see what happens

let's go out one more time all the same people, he said she saidwho are you oh yes i remembernice to meet you, i love this song blah blah blah please think i'm coolblah blah blah please sleep with met...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 13:41:00 GMT

a series of patterns

the look in your eyesis the same as mineand in some other universeyou were me and i was youand it's your face that haunted mylong summer dreams and fleeting moments of passionand all those times i too...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 15:55:00 GMT

how fucking poetic

the clutter is concealingall the bullshit and the liesand if you think it's true, it's true that's what we always said spinning round and round in the playgrounds of some sort ofstorybook past, that n...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 21:43:00 GMT

a better person

i can taste your secretslike iron under my tonguesucking on pennies in the cafeteria line just like your ghost keeps me company,on these long spring nights in parispressing my worry lines awaywith you...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 20:53:00 GMT

the perfect fit

the perfect fit is hard to find,despite all the frantic searchingyou weren't in the bottles that littered my roomor the late night shots ofsome lurid sexual positionthat i probably practiced in the st...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 07:55:00 GMT

empty pints

an empty pint glassleads to lots of thingswhen paths cross in the mostunlikely of waysand calloused handshold me togetheras if i'm close to breaking,and in a sea of drunken facesyours is the most appa...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 04:31:00 GMT

louder and with more feeling

creativity flows throughthe fingers of the helplessand lonelyi don't think any artisthas ever felt completenot in the real sense of the word, at leastthe closest to completion is the steady sense of r...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 07:27:00 GMT

the revolution starts here

remember when i was sixteenchoppy haircuts and combat bootsand the sharpie marker i kept in my bowling bag pursei'd scrawl "the revolution starts here"in bathrooms and blank walls and on the side of t...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 21:28:00 GMT