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About Me

Born into an extremely affluent home in New York, Rebecca Marie soon found that she was no stranger to the darker side of human nature. When Rebecca was three, her father, Bruce, was kidnapped by the Yakuza; in exchange, they wanted $3,000,000 USD (roughly 351,195,007.32 yen today). Rebecca's genuine blueblood grandfather begrudgingly offered up the ransom, and everything soon changed for young Rebecca.
Now forced into the public spotlight, Bruce chose a more low-profile profession than his previous position at Goldman Sachs. Making a decision to follow his lifelong cowboy dream, Bruce, his wife Jeanie, and his children Rebecca and Patrick headed south to Texas to begin their new life together. They chose to reside in a humble two bedroom, one bath cabin on 10 acres of fertile land. Bruce had two cows, eight goats, and 27 barrels of onion seed. Little did Rebecca know, those onion seeds would soon change everyone's lives. Rebecca loved her father for taking care of them.
And Rebecca loves to embellish.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Sophists, literati, liars, and bankrobbers. Products of progressive parenting. Dachshunds. People from the real dirty south.

My Blog

The southwest is a lonely place

Carrizo Springs, Texas. September 1, 2007. 11:03 pm.
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 20:30:00 GMT

Unprovoked product ensorsements

I think it's high time I shared some of my favorite products with the lot of you. These mainly apply to women, but I know some men who like to get their pamper on too.Olay Quench Rapid Repair Hand Lot...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 09:16:00 GMT

Dear illiterate world

Withdrawl is not a word.When you take money out of the bank, that is a withdrawal.When you go through a period of missing something, that is withdrawal.Jesus Christ.
Posted by on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 23:46:00 GMT

To all the men with tiny ponytails

I've been seeing a lot of you lately. Yesterday, one of your brethren was shopping while wearing manpris (capris for men). This is not okay. Ponytails on men are never good, and it's...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 09:43:00 GMT

Random Fact no. 643: I can't swim

Once you are tagged, you must post six things about yourself that are either weird, unusual, habituary, or just plain fun to hear about (and true). Once you post these things in your blog, y...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 12:25:00 GMT

I think I turned into my dad

After a long day's work, there's nothing quite like sitting in front of the TV and sipping a cold beer.
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 18:23:00 GMT

I used to write poetry

You know, back before my brain became dominated by SKUs and HTML and clipping paths and Photoshop shortcuts. Nearly three years ago, I took a trip to Vancouver Island, BC and experienced the mos...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 21:18:00 GMT

In retrospect

Eating three brownies right before bed was a really, really bad idea.
Posted by on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 23:24:00 GMT

Rabbit Rabbit

Today felt like my first day back at work after a long vacation. I have been going through the motions of everything for the past two weeks, and today I woke up with clear eyes and a smile on my...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 21:22:00 GMT

Sappy New Year!

I certainly hope the way I rang in 2006 is not an indicator of how my year will be.I sat among my father, my brother, and my brother's friends in an eight-lane bowling alley in Ruidoso, New Mexico, a ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jan 2006 08:39:00 GMT