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Name: naomi
Birthday: 4/13/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: sarcastic humor, dancing, non-fiction books, soundtrack-ing my life by wearing my ipod everywhere, people watching, getting lost in my thoughts, lazy sundays, scarves, coffeehouses, photography, films
Expertise: none
Occupation: wanderer
Industry: life
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  n2k1g2
MSN: nkgeller@hotmail.com
Member Since:
5/13/2003
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| Doña Naomi: Lady of el flamenco! - the musical
Lyrics set (very) loosely to Man of La Mancha.
May I take the stage? I will dance you a dance.
Come, enter my imagination and see me!
My name... Naomi Geller... a wild dancer,
so very young.. know me, see this face.. eyes
that burn with the fire of dancing vision. Feet
on fire, I have no time for books. I flamenco
from morn to night, and often through the
night as well. All I hear invigorates me..
fills me with a rhythm that touches all man.
And I have conceived the most amazing
project ever imagined.. to become the world's
greatest flamenco dancer and sally forth
into the world to right all wrongs..
No longer shall I be plain Naomi from the block..
but a wild flamenco dancer known as -
Doña Naomi del Flamenco!
See me now
Oh though bleak and rhythmless world,
thou art silent and motionless as can be;
and a dancer with loosely bound curls
now hurls a latin beat at thee!
I am I, Doña Naomi
Lady of el Flamenco,
my music, it calls, and I go,
and the wild hips a swaying
will carry me saying,
"Play the beat, not slow,
and hence you shall know,
the cry of 'OLÉ!'
wherever i go!!"
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where do i come up with this stuff? i might need a mariachi band,
some finger cymbals, and a bunch of long stemmed roses to be thrown at
the end of the performance. thank you.
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| i murder a rhyme
one word at a time
you never heard of a mind
as perverted as mine.
i'm back and black. pictures from DR to come, maybe.
other than that, it's back to the grind.. the bad kind not involving a gorgeous boy. applicants for said gorgeous boy now being accepted.
*application must include: $15 application fee, statement of purpose, full transcript, and a resume of previous "grind" experience - only applicable situations please
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| there was michael jordan, there was jay-z
but you'll never see a return, as glorious as me.
so life is per the usual. if i had to write an autobiography of this moment, it would be titled "confessions of an early-20 something dancing addict who has a tendency to turn orange from time to time... oh yea, and i work". so yea, i work. let me take you through the average day of nomes:
wake up at a ridiculously early hour to make sure i have scalding hot water for my shower.
spend the next hour relaxing in my apartment while chuckling to myself that no one else in my building has hot water for their showers
get into work, most of the time way before anyone else
stare at a computer screen and type stuff, hopefully coherent to aforementioned screen i am staring at
wait for roymund* to come into work
lunch
more staring
cigarette break with aforementioned roymund
more staring and typing
DANCE LIKE IT'S 1999!!!!!!!!!!!!
repeat.
*(footnote: roymund is this totally cool, tall, cute guy in my office that keeps me entertained with his goofy, yet witty remarks and dashing good looks)
did i mention that there is a correlation between high IQ's and vegetarianism? hello, i am a vegetarian. eat it meat lovers, i win. sucks to your assmar.
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