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Angela

Son, you've got a panty on your head.

About Me

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MySpace Contact Tables Today, I might climb a tree. Or roll in the grass. Or send an anonymous picture of a fat man belly-flopping to a dear friend. Most likely, I will take my dog swimming and watch my son sleeping at night. I appreciate the little things. Spontaneous moments. Candid pictures. Graffiti on trains. Bubble gum ice cream. Hidden doors. Art books. Class clowns. Non-corporate cafes. Non-corporate anything. Everything random.
I daydream. I eavesdrop. I dig college-ruled notebook paper, but rarely write on the lines. I dance my best in pajamas. I find amusement and sadness in mainstream places during business hours. I wonder what it would be like to be tall, yet I find inspiration in the untold stories of cobblestones.
I am an observer who talks to strangers. And listens while getting lost finding myself in the music.
I am an electronic-music-analyzing-living-room-groover. I suddenly like orange. I wonder if I belong in the '70s. I am an early-rising night owl. I tend to fall asleep on the couch and wander to bed at 3 am. Oftentimes, I eat breakfast for dinner. I rarely eat bread, although I don't know why. I gulp my coffee like Dad does, but I sip my tea like Mom. Oh wait, I think I'm starting to gulp that, too. I don't kill spiders. I really don't.
I make things. Those of you who've ever been to my house know this. Those of you who've ever received a gift from me know this. Those of you who've ever asked me to bring an ornament to a Christmas party or a dish to a potluck know this. And those of you who've ever captured a piece of my heart know this.
I am the friend that is called for help, but rarely calls on others, even when I need it most.
I wish I knew more people who gathered around bonfires and told stories. I am a former shy girl who now gives presentations for a living. I get butterflies before the start of every movie. I make fun of arrogant license plate covers. I like the soft-n-fluffy corn-chippy smell of my dog in the morning. I don't understand self-proclaimed princesses. Or mean people. I am intrigued by the mullet. And funny words... like "mullet."
Oh yeah, and my nickname's "Huge."
That's all.

My Interests

writing. art. film. dancing. trance. breaks. dnb. coffee table books. dog parks. camping. hiking. cooking. gardening. reading in the bathtub. eating pomegranates at sunrise. boycotting walmart.

I'd like to meet:

People who've been there, done that, moved on, and might still have a t-shirt I can wear to bed.

Sunshine People.

Successful single parents raising a spirited child.

People with high standards, quality of life, and depth of soul.

And...

Music:

thievery corporation. common market. blue scholars. aperture. db. dara. breakbeat science. deepsky. elite force. london elektricity. regina spektor. deeizm. armin van buuren. air. sia. sasha. cirrus. orbital. uberzone. anjali& spykid. the svengali project. single cell orchestra. a tribe called quest. morcheeba. zero 7. death cab for cutie. jem. the postal service. john mayer. nora jones. dj shadow. bt. kid hops. high contrast. dzihan & kamien. dave matthews. donald glaude. pvd. ltj bukem. bob marley. dankskii. stan doublin. the cure. depeche mode. new order. richie hawtin. ferry corsten. aaron simpson. mark subsonik. dj riteguard.

Movies:

me and you and everyone we know. garden state. edward scissorhands. lost in translation. amelie. donnie darko. office space. basquiat. napoleon dynamite. benny and joon. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. the goonies. little miss sunshine. love actually. catch and release. lars and the real girl. love and sex.

Television:

fat albert. punky brewster. charlie and lola. hgtv. forensic files. intervention.

Books:

the one i'm writing... *EAR PEACE* will be done by June.

Heroes:

musicians. artists. dog people. life savers. foster kids. mentors. enlightened people. my family...they rock socks.

My Blog

You Dont Even Know Me

Ok, I'm not going to sugarcoat this: I am so flippin' sick of the stigma attached with being a single mom. For those that judge me: No, I don't need your money.  Or the government's.  Or my ...
Posted by Angela on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 12:27:00 PST

Random Thoughts in the Order that they Appear

I don't have the greenest lawn, the biggest boobs or the lowest prices. I don't believe in fertilizers, implants, or anything Wal*Mart.  I have my reasons. I prefer found objects to purchased one...
Posted by Angela on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 11:34:00 PST

Re-Gifted Flowers

For Valentine’s Day, I received a bouquet of flowers from my brother via Ding-Dong Ditch. Rather abundant, I quickly found that the bunch fit only in my sun-tea pitcher, so I put it there and ce...
Posted by Angela on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 09:42:00 PST

What Happened to the Vibe?

Cut to the Midwest, some months after the millenium, in the middle of BF nowhere. ’88 Ford Escort full of anxious kidz with deep pockets full of random treasures. Aphrodite playing on tweeter sp...
Posted by Angela on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 07:57:00 PST

The Third R

The girl in the overalls and baseball cap came alone and danced by the stairs while he shined onstage.  Her eyes, though barely visible, held the gaze of a painful present, but glinted just enoug...
Posted by Angela on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 10:06:00 PST

Disco Fever!

So. This. Is. It.  I've decided to throw myself a massive 30th birthday party.  I mean it.  I've only had maybe 2 birthday parties in my entire life, and they were both when I was a kid...
Posted by Angela on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 09:10:00 PST

Oooh Baby

I may not be a dating expert, but I do think I'm a pro at recognizing insincere and ridiculous pickup attempts when they come my way. The following myspace message I received from some random ass tops...
Posted by Angela on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 08:58:00 PST

Dancing with my Shadow

On the yellow wall, dim lighting, I see myself dancing with my shadow.  The darkest of grays outline me and free me beyond the frames of a photograph and allow me to imagine myself beyond a mirro...
Posted by Angela on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 11:32:00 PST

Cliche of the Day

Ok, so I was looking in the mirror, and wouldn't you know it, I think my grown-up face is coming in... I'm not sure at what point exactly I should expect this sort of thing, but I guess one ...
Posted by Angela on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 10:58:00 PST

Random Advice from my Random Thoughts

Blow a kiss, get it back, then put it in your pocket. Take it out sometimes and look at it, then smile. Don't forget to put it back in your pocket. But remember it's there. Refer to it often. Polyeste...
Posted by Angela on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 11:27:00 PST