denise

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About me

Gender Female
Industry Arts
Occupation freelance barista, jewelry designer, and writer. journalism student.
Location iowa city, iowa
Introduction "too weird to live, too rare to die."
Interests writing, thrifting, falafel, class struggle, radical ideas, ethnic food, independent film, muumuus, jewelry, eccentricity.
Favorite Movies The Royal Tenenbaums, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Garden State, Harold and Maude, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Sylvia, The Wedding Singer, V for Vendetta, Shopgirl, Little Miss Sunshine, Thank You for Smoking, Dead Poet's Society, Orange County, Maria Full of Grace, Stranger than Fiction, American Beauty, Almost Famous, The Graduate, Rushmore, Lost In Translation, The Life Aquatic, Running with Scissors, Strangers with Candy, O Brother! Where Art Thou?, The Science of Sleep, Blow Up
Favorite Music Mostly anything from the indie or folk persuasion: Bright Eyes, Iron and Wine, Devendra Banhart, Gregory and the Hawk, The Format, Azure Ray, Maria Taylor, Nico, The Ditty Bops, Joanna Newsom, Vetiver, Elliott Smith, Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins, Rilo Kiley, The Elected, Ani DiFranco, Regina Spektor, the Smashing Pumpkins, The Beatles, Cat Power, The Skygreen Leopards, Bob Dylan, Pedro the Lion, Sufjan Stevens, Goldfrapp, Nickel Creek, Chad Elliott, Hot Chip, The Firey Furnaces, Eisley, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Postal Service, Arcade Fire, Rilo Kiley, Simon and Garfunkel, Joan Baez, Of Montreal, Neil Young, Ray LaMontagne, Grandaddy, The Velvet Underground, Cat Stevens, Janis Joplin, My Morning Jacket, The New Pornographers, The Shins, Vashti Bunyan, The Traveling Wilburys, Belle and Sebastian, Neko Case, The Flaming Lips, Super Furry Animals, Essie Jain, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Odetta, Canned Heat, Breakestra, Amos Lee, Gillian Welch, Andrew Bird, Murder By Death, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, the Wailin' Jennys, Jefferson Airplane, Phoebe Snow.
Favorite Books currently dabbling in: a year of magical thinking by joan didion one hundred years of solitude by gabriel garcia marquez. re-reading catcher in the rye. anything involving mental breakdowns, drug use, detailed descriptions of exotic lands, or memoirs.

When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?

this feels like an inside joke that i'm not in on, so i just laugh anyway and end up looking like an idiot.