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Agnes in "Agnes & The Hitman" by Jennifer Cruise & Bob Mayer. Cranky food blogger who finds love with a hitman on a gorgeous Southern mansion. Yes, please!
Laura Ingalls Wilder in "Little House In The Big Woods." I want to make a meat smoker out of a tree stump. Ohhhh, delicious ham.
Caddie Woodlawn in "Caddie Woodlawn" by Carole Ryrie Brink. Yeah, more ass kicking in the 1800s. Mostly I secretly desire to be both healthy and outdoorsy.
Amy in "The Ordinary Princess" by M.M. Kaye. I want a Prince Charming to live with in the woods with my awesome squirrel friend. God, I'm such a weirdo. -
"Sexy librarian." Um... I like cardigans and headbands and my awesome glasses because without them I can't see and vintage jewelry and shirts that show off my awesome rack and jeans that fit my butt right and flats because I'm eleventy miles tall. The end.
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Ashley Judd. Think "Double Jeopardy."
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Um... What? Can I pick Jed Lowrie?
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Mrs. Giacometti in 2nd grade. She did the coolest theme units. And we sang songs about different flavors of ice cream and teacups and squirrels, which is always a fun time.
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I'm pretty sure it was Steve Dubuque in 3rd grade. I still know that kid, kinda. Not a bad gene pool, I gotta say. Still pretty hot.
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This Darren Aronofsky film called "Pi." It's like a regular narrative movie with seizure-inducing clips tossed in at random. I had to run out halfway through. I vomited into the bushed outside my dorm and spent 10 minutes, literally, trying to use my credit card to swipe in instead of my school ID. No movie has ever fucked with my mind and body so hard. It was terrible. Usually I have this rule that I must finish any movie I start watching, no matter how bad, but in this case...no.
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Metal or techno, I guess...? Anything loud and screamy where you can't really tell what the words are. I also dislike a large portion of country music, but mostly because it's so stereotypical cheating/lying/stealing and it makes me sad. I'm a lyrics kind of gal. And I just can't take too much sad.
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When I was Dorothy from "The Wizard Of Oz." I was maybe 5 years old and my Mom toiled, I mean toiled, for days painting my red shoes with red nailpolish and then glitter. Over and over. They were the most fabulous pair of shoes that I have ever owned. I really want to get red glitter peep-toe heels now, because (a) they'd remind me of the costume and (b) THEY'D BE AWESOME.
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You also signed it anonymous but you were logged in as you. So I guess you can have a Mulligan...?
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No.
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This month...hmmm..."Your Ghost" by Greg Laswell. But if you asked me tomorrow, I would probably say something different.
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Danny A. Oh man, to be inside his brain. The synapses firing on that man.
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The arch nemesis. Like, a lot. Do you need suggestions on who I would like to play him? I don't mind providing a list.
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Stamps, yes. Unless you have those newfangled self-adhesive types.
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Yes! It's the first Christmas I can ever remember that didn't include screaming knock-down drag-out fights with everyone in my family. Something to truly celebrate. :)
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