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About Me

i am 24 i like to play dorky guy role i am out of shape i can cooki can cleani can beadand i can sewi am not a woman i can KIND OF sing powwow, but i can sing ceremony fo sureand DooWaDitty DittyDumDittyDoo i can KIND of dance northern tradish i can KIND of dance like a stripper i chew my fingernails i snore i like to make people laugh, sometimes at my own expense i have never drank alcohol in my life - (for real)i have never done drugs in my life - (for real)i have never not liked getting my back scratched i like to talk big words absentmindedly i cry easilya song can make me cry a cute kid can make me cry a baby laughing can make me shed a tearlarge group of people singing prayer songs can draw salty waters___ good soup can make me cryi can wear a single pair of pants for days i can jump tall sweatlodges in a single bound read white peoples minds in a single blink collect beer cans really good out of the back of my uncle's pickupi like to say off topic things ...i think the greatest chocolate in the world is a hershey bar with almondsi like to kiss girls and nibble their bottom lip i am edjumucated i like to smile i am understanding and i have long hairwith tons of split ends yadda yadda yadda.....this is me.Hau mitakuyepi. Wasicu ia Dallas "bling bling" Goldtooth emakiyapi do. Damakota k'a Sinahdehdega. Cansa'yapi heciya tahan wahi do. Lower Sioux Reservation hematahan. Waniyetu wikcemna num sam matopa.my bathroom photo shoot. (photographer: Dallas "couture" Goldstein)

My Interests

Dakota Iapi. Roaming Wikipedia for hours. And sewing.

I'd like to meet:

I like meeting all folks! I'm single and willing to dance for money. [Or dentalium shells.] hahaeither way...Tell me your name and I will say hi.

Music:

Odowan owas wastewadakepi.Hip-hop: From the commercial to the radical Country: George Jones to George Strait Classic Rock: CCR to the Eagles Rock&Roll: The Foo Fighters to Radiohead R&B: Sam Cooke to Chris Brown Jazz: Coltrane to Nine Simone Reggae: Bob Marley to Katchafire

Movies:

Wapazo ota wastewadakepi. Too many to count. I think I've watched one too many b-rated action/comedy/drama flicks. I perform random acts of b-rated monologues in airport bathroom stalls, lonely stretches of pavement, along walmart shopping aisles, and various other moments of being by myself. Sometimes I think too much in the mentality of movies. They cushion me. Protect me from the cold chills of unhappy endings and perfect plot twists. They give me great lines I should've could've used in moments I needed them most. The bully who hit me. The girl who smiled at me. The brother-drawn anger of family arguments. So I must break the Bloodsport Howard the Duck plotlines. The cheesy Sleepless in Serendipity ideas. Break them I must.

Television:

The office. Futurama. Extras. Daily Show. Law and Order. Family Guy. Chapelle Show. Wild N' Out. Dirty Jobs. Mythbusters. Dogfights. Reno 911.

Books:

I like a lot of books thank you very much.

My Blog

blank subject on a meaningless blog

---------------------------------- The work program starts tomorrow. And I am excited and a bit nervous. ---------------------------------- I should be working. But no. ------------ journal ent...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 07:49:00 PST

The chippewa gods have spoken!

Kill the fucking WASPs! Here comment this: ...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 09:10:00 PST

appendix to a car crash

oh yea. my brother was in the accident too. I almost killed him. and much later he forgot my tempurpedic bed. so i guess its even. sort of. .....
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Thu, 31 May 2007 10:55:00 PST

Bits of gravel in my teeth

5/29/07 It started with my eyes, I couldn't open them. No matter how much I willed myself, they wouldn't budge. Next a sound developed in my lungs. Rushed forth screaming drowning everything else. I c...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Wed, 30 May 2007 10:00:00 PST

The "things" that walked by the windows at night

the story told is severly abridged, due to the sad sad fact that a computer is something I own do not. but what follows is a testament to...well nothing...I'm actaully making it up on the spot.&...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Sat, 26 May 2007 09:23:00 PST

feed me with your light

5/19/07 she is sundashed looking for a gravel road leading somewhere and all points lead away. But she fails to see all my points lead to her. She falls clutching to the words of the stormy part of he...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Sat, 19 May 2007 02:12:00 PST

A page out of my journal. Into my mind. come.

Scribble....scribble scribble.....scribble..... 5/10/07 Two siblings battling with their minds trying to find whats right and only seeing whats wrong with thier surroundings and insides. No blame. No ...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Thu, 17 May 2007 10:38:00 PST

BAck home. and something about singers.

Back home. Will have to post the full detailed rip at another time. But to give you the most basic update. I am happy to be home. It is gorgeous right now. I love MINNESOTA. ------------------- But th...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Wed, 09 May 2007 08:51:00 PST

Warriors baby! - got to love warriors.

NOW I ain't from the Bay Area per se. But through the years of living there I have come to appreciate a few things.1) I fucking dislike any LA team. Dodgers. Angels. lakers (they dont even deserve cap...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:58:00 PST

VT Massacre -- He said it. And I obeyed.

In the words of a fellow who is much more eloquent than myself:"Man. Mother fuck that daddy sucking Bush." To begin. If you know me at all, and, being that you're friends here, you most likely do, ...
Posted by Yes, I ate your dog on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 12:37:00 PST