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Name: Man Hands
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Reading
Birthday: 11/13/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: local music, nice boys, shindigs, good friends, fun, fire, ska, blasting quality music, the galies, goodwill, coffee, teenage mutant ninja turtles, randomness, colorado avalanche hockey, mohawks, dancing, downloads, punk covers, beer pong, that smell right after it rains, shows, rocking the mullet hardcore...
Expertise: The Bowstaff
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  MadeBackInThe80s
Member Since:
1/4/2004
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| Some things I learned this semester... Me and Peach Schnapps don't get along very well. Boys will be boys...and they might even stalk you. Nursing school isn't that bad...as long as you invest in Tylenol PM and Rolling Rock. H&M is quite possibly the greatest store ever to stake a claim at the corner of 18th and Walnut. 5 people may technically be one too many for a cab...but there's always someone willing to bend the rules... And, well, completely unrelated to school, I'm home for the summer and working at the Beverly Hills Tavern. Come in and visit. I'll [help] get you drunk. | | |
| I don't understand people that buy movies to see them for the first time. Why potentially blow your money on a movie that may or may not be worth viewing again, much less owning. We have Hollywood Video for a reason, people... I also don't understand people that feel compelled to continue their cell phone conversations in public dorm bathrooms. You can't just say "hey, can you hold for 30 seconds," and go pee. Honestly, it's gross, and kind of creepy... I genuinely like the taste of beer. It's a problem. I need to find a boy that will enjoy/put up with my musical taste this summer and attend some shows with me. My little brother has grown up and is no longer reliable. I need a job for the summer. One that will preferably make me a lot of money. I don't really need a life. 
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|  Awesome. These guys, too.  | | |
| When I'm in Philadelphia and I tell people I'm from Reading, I get 1 of 3 responses. A. I get a look like I just told them I was from Uzbekistan. B. I hear "Oh yeah, I've been to the Outlets in Reading." Or C. I hear "Reading, huh? I've been to Al's." Obscurity, bargain shopping, and a BYOB strip club...that pretty much sums up my home town. Awesome. In a completely different arena... 
Much, much love. | | |
| I figured I'd share... BCdrums15 (8:30:05 PM): I wrote it for you in the big city Times of yore in the Concrete Jungle
We edge through the fog down to the corner store
23rd and Dime, back pocket jingles
Remnants of better times and a cleaner stage
A ringing door joins the opus
As I lob the coins to the cautious clerk
Lift our spirits sir, give me strength ~J.R. Weber My brother wrote me a poem. He's the coolest kid ever. And yeah, that's big city livin'. In other news...finals tomorrow. Gross. | | |
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