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I hate people who look at you like they know you, and have you all figured out. I hate when you meet a cute guy, and he automatically thinks you want to be his girlfriend. I hate riding the bus. And I hate that no one takes local art seriously in this city. .. width="480" height="395" ..I love the look of the city after everyone has gone home for the day. I love the bustle of people in the mornings, half asleep, but sort of friendly. I love loud music after a hard day. I love parties with all kinds of strangers. I love a cigarette with a good glass of wine. And I love taking off my shoes at the end of the day, no matter how pretty they are. oh and sweet Alex... he's the love of my life!

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet relaxed people. The less drama the better. Someone who is confident in his or her life, or at least their direction. People who don't lie. And kind souls.

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Music:

Movies:

The princess and the warrior, Amelie, The city of lost children, Labyrinth, Lost in translation , Garden Starte , Donnie Darko (director's cut),and many many more...

Television:

I'm addicted to CNN. Anderson Cooper is hot. Is that wrong? I really like cspan and BBC world news too. The Family Guy, Six Feet Under, HBO in general, And for some reason I can't ever stop watching MTV. I don't even really like it. But I can't stop watching.

Books:

Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar and Ariel. David Sedaris: Naked, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, and Me Talk Pretty. Dorothy Parker: any poem. Charles Bokowski: Ham on Rye, Burning in Water Drowning in Flame, Love is a Dog from Hell, and Pulp. Henry Rollins: Eye Scream. And anyone who is drastically, dramatically fatal.

Heroes:

Dorothy Parker, Charles Bokowski, Sylvia Plath, Cindy Sherman , Nan Goldon, Sally Mann , Barbra Kruger , J.M. Basquit, Warhol , Pollock, Eleanor Arnold Clark, Ani Difranco, Stella McCartney, Leila Rose, Manolio Blahnik, Marc Jacobs, Tom Ford, The band members of Fugazi, my brother Jacob, my old man Buzzy, and of course the Queen; Beverly. Oh and Tony Matz. .. width="480" height="395" ..

My Blog

fall off

feeling the need to fall off the face of the earthfast and farall contact cutin a puff of smokepoof
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 10:38:00 PST

death is a damp slap in the face of life

Death is a damp slap in the face of life.
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 09:33:00 PST

King Smooth

WHY!?!? Why am I sitting in this office again doing nothing? All morning I have been listening to gossip and bullshit talk about a man that I work with. He really works the system an...
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 08:22:00 PST

what to do, what to do?

So a good friend of mine called me up the other day with the news that she had just been fired. For most people the reaction to such news would send them reeling and depressed that they wer...
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 10:18:00 PST

words for a stranger

#4M.--words for a stranger
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:51:00 PST

Minimalism of a manic

#3M.--Minimalism of a manic
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:43:00 PST

whirls of words

#2M.--whirls of words ... another poem
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:40:00 PST

I'd like to share something...

sometimes I write something and it came out of me in a way that it makes me revisit it, until I feel that every word was "intentional". The times seem to happen when I am deep in an self obsessing si...
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 04:27:00 PST

still glowing

the mornings are getting a bit more bearable. The weather seems to be breaking and allowing that morning walk to be a bit more conducive. I enjoy the beginning of spring. The hope of...
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Wed, 28 Feb 2007 08:24:00 PST

RIP Ginger

Yesterday has to be one of the saddest days I can ever remember. I woke to go give Ginger her medication and she was gone. She was curled up in her hammock, looking peaceful, looking like ...
Posted by Mrs. Hickmott on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 12:31:00 PST