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The
Basics and My Photo |
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 My
Name: David or Dave (*not* "Muffin"!)
Where I Live: Dallas, Texas
Astrological Sign: Scorpio, but I don't believe in
that stuff
Sociability: Introverted unless I know you well
Fave foods: Sonic Slushes, Twizzlers, linguini w/pesto sauce,
and Mexican food
Best traits: Easy-going and funny
Worst traits: Right—like I'd tell you!
I wish I knew about: Interior Decorating and
Spanish
Mac or PC?: Mac, definitely
Worst fear: Being trapped with my parents
Smoker?: Yuck, no!
Religion: Agnostic, but I find religion interesting.
(It was my college minor.)
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My
Personality |
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I'm
not a member of any religious cult, nor have I ever voted Republican
(nor will I ever). I also don't date Republicans. (Hey—I've
gotta have *some* standards, ya know!) |
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I'm
just a darned cheery guy with an offbeat sense of humor. I
smile and laugh a lot. Every once in a while I get moody, but
only when it's my time of the month! |
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I'm
very interested in pop culture and psychology, but I couldn't
care less about art, history, cars, sports, or the Stock Market.
I also maintain that there's a difference between people who
have bad taste by choice and those who don't know any better. |
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I
have absolutely no use for mornings—nothing important
ever happened before noon. Somehow, though, I haven't been
able to turn the world around to my way of thinking. |
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I'm
absolutely crazy about blondes (real or from a bottle).
I'm sure there's some deep-seated psychological cause behind
this, but I don't know what. Of course, being blonde isn't
a requirement! Guys with brown or blue eyes and dark hair are
cute, too! |
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I've
been accused of often giving unsolicited advice. Hey, I can't
help it that I'm a fount of wisdom! (They probably mocked
Confucius, too!)
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My
Thoughts |
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Children
are made to be eaten. They scream; they poop; they cost a lot.
I'd rather have a 72-inch plasma TV. |
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Any
gifts I am ever given containing the word Chia will
be promptly returned to the giver along with a thorough boxing
of the snout. |
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My
idea of a personal Hell is having 500 cable stations, and
all of them are showing America's Funniest Home Videos.
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And
a Little More About My Past |
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I
was constantly subjected to frightening foods of my mother's
creation during my formative years. Worse yet, she'd make you
guess what was in the dishes. The scariest: A bizarre Christmas
concoction of tuna fish, oranges, cinnamon, coconut, mayonnaise,
pepper, garlic powder, and pecans! |
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Since
I wasn't allowed to have other pets, I had to stick with Sea
Monkeys. (For the uninitiated, they are actually tiny, green
brine shrimp.) It should be mentioned that they die in about
a day, make the water smell awful, and don't wear little gold
crowns like on the box. |
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Number
of "little Korean girls" my mother repeatedly insisted
she would adopt because she wanted me to have a sister: One.
Number she actually adopted: None. |
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Number
of years I've suggested to my family going to the Baby Dolls gentlemen's
entertainment club near Northwest Highway for its free Thanksgiving
lunch: Three. Number of times my family has accepted: None. |
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