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Name: Ali Burke
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 4/30/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Snowboarding, shiny things, tech toys, cynicism, wine&dine, the art of giving, the gym, health, health food, veggies, Disneyland, silence, beach, the good LA life, WiRED magazine, chaos theory, capitalism, righting wrongs, really ridiculous deep thoughts, photo-graphy, boutique shopping, travel, cruises, Wall Street. Oh, and good tunes-- the Living End, Rise Against, Minus the Bear, Jimmy Eat World, Atreyu, the Album Leaf, Killswitch Engage, Avenged Sevenfold, Rob Dougan, Ryan Adams, Rufus Wainwright, Radiohead, John Williams, Chopin
Expertise: (or lack thereof): Good music, films. Indulging in life's better, finer aspects. A taste for culture. Taking your picture. Retail. Using eyeliner to the highest of potential. Wielding a mascara wand. Burgeoning love and laughs. The written word.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  TRINITYkills
Member Since:
10/27/2002
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| work it harder. :) new boarding pants, volcom emerald
mammoth-- march 7th-9th
brian head, utah-- march 14th-16th
more TBA, if the season holds up as well as it has been. | | |
| chicken nuggets In finding an excuse to distract myself from employment law studies: WIKIPEDIA.
Somehow, the topic of chicken nuggets reared its fat head and not one to resist whimsy thoughts,
I wiki-ed away.
For your amusement, the following NONSENSE:
In 1984, James Oliver Huberty killed 21 people and wounded 19 others at a McDonald's in San Ysidro, California, in what became known as the San Ysidro McDonald's massacre. Three years later, in 1987, his widow, Etna filed a USD$5 million lawsuit against McDonald's, claiming that the massacre was triggered by her husband's consumption of excessive amounts of Chicken McNuggets. She alleged that monosodium glutamate from the food interacted with the lead and cadmium that had built up in Huberty's body after 14 years as a welder. The claim was dismissed.
REALLY NOW. 
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| So... If I had to pick a regret in life...it'd be not going to Berkeley.
I really miss San Francisco from time to time, but if I stop to think about it, I miss how I am when I'm there-- happy, in the company of a great friend, great food, new places, escapism, the promise of never a bad experience. Yet, I have to take into consideration that my visits were sheltered. Having gone there for the past 4 years, it's hard not to spit nostalgic. Damon, Jon's sister's boyfriend, and I were talking about SF at dinner on Friday, and there just really is something about the city that takes you in. It'd probably be a different story entirely had I moved there, but I'll never forget how at home I felt the few times I went to visit the campus.
I was going through my old "sent" messages on my Yahoo account and re-read some of the communications between the ex and I. damn. In examining my own textualization, I thought, "How could I NOT have accepted that this was a bad idea?" It was a bad, ill-fated relationship through and through. In presenting my grievances to him, I had expected some sort of change, be it a minute one, if not for the sake of our relationship's future and not my own vanity. No, in reading those emails, no change ever happened. Our relationshit continued on. There was NO effort on the other end. Why do we let ourselves be dragged, face first, into uncompromising situations? If little or no effort is exerted by the other party, I don't see why we still try anyway. Is love simply just blind effort? to try, come heaven or hell? | | |
| ad origines If there is no reason, what governs your actions? | | |
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