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Name: Larissa
Interests: Playing guitar, pretending to be an informed film critic, Batman, tearing up the dance floor, crocheting, Post-Its, watching Friends and Sports Night, reading, singing in empty elevators
Expertise: Systematic eating, walking into inanimate objects, self-analysis, mild anal-retentivity
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Member Since:
5/23/2002
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| I've Officially Moved!Check out the new and improved home of The Larissa Monologues at www.larissalmarks.com/ It is entertaining and looks pretty.
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| Goodbye Toxins!Check out my new self-improvement project at my blog. Goodbye toxins, hello cleansed colon!
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| I'm BackWhoa, xanga got quite a bit cooler. Does anyone even read this anymore? Probably not, since I haven't posted anything since like 1829. Here's the customary update of my life:
- I went and got married. Wheee!
- I moved into a house with the new spouse.
- I started going to the gym. Who knew that could happen?
- I transitioned to Gmail, the best decision I've ever made.
- I accrued a sewing machine and a few cookbooks, which in turn, have led to me becoming an official domestic housewife. Yikes.
That's pretty much it. I kind of wish there were more exciting things to share. Oh well.
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out with my snazzy accessories...cell phone, martini and ENGAGEMENT RING.
That's right, baby...I have a fiance!
How's that
for a stirring xanga comeback.
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| When a girl from Hawaii finds it necessary to wear socks around the house, you know what that means? That’s right… it’s holiday season again! Not only am I now justified in wearing boots, sweaters and scarves, but there are all the exciting things to celebrate – Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s. Too bad I’m not Jewish, because then I could also celebrate Hanukkah. Except then I’d have to skip Christmas. Nevermind.
This year is going to be particularly fantastic because of all my travel plans. I’m going to spend Christmas break in Washington D.C., Boston, St. Louis, and best of all, New York City! None of this fake-y winter in LA business…I’m getting the real deal. The last time I was in New York was in the 8th grade for a class trip. The chaperones had told us that New York City was chock full of scary people just waiting to prey on innocent kids like us, so we were made to wear horrendously bright turquoise t-shirts, and carry our money in fanny packs (mine was fluorescent pink). The day we arrived, we walked through Central Park, and were all thrilled at seeing squirrels for the first time. As if we didn’t look ridiculous enough in our get-up, the entire group (60 people) began running around trying to capture the squirrels on camera to show to our other sad friends back home. This next trip to New York is sure to be significantly cooler. Maybe I’ll get to meet David Letterman. | | |
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