As I was looking for tickets on the Paradise Rock Club site, I was prompted to accept a cookie. But not just any cookie. No, this seemed more obviously the big brother of cookies than most of the oddly names little treats that plant themselves on hard drive everywhere. But for such an ominous-sounding server, the cookie doesn't last very long. Peculiar indeed.
name: sabine location: boston by way of the sicmon islands
a few things you didn't need to know: i'm the kind of girl who walks into a restaurant, kicks off my shoes, sits with my feet up on the chair, and eats salad with my fingers. and i feel perfectly comfortable with this. basically, i'm inappropriate. i'm a renaissance woman. i'm a misanthrope. i'm compulsively honest. i try to live in the moment. and i'd like to think my antics bring joy and laughter to the world. or at least the few people in on the joke.
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