I was born and raised here. Well, not here specifically, but in the state of New York. Lived here most of my life, nowhere else feels like home. And no matter what other native New Yorkers will tell you, there is nothing wrong with Staten. I adore the little island that everyone else abhors.
I'm afraid I'm not terribly interesting. I mostly tend to talk about my job at Last Call, best bar you'll find in the city as far as I'm concerned. And my puppy, Mr. Beaker. He's not usually at the bar.
I'm pretty much the same way with my town. LA's my baby...it's not all fake boobs and Hollywood promises, but it's not the land of granola and eternal summer, either. It's...it's like the Mothership. Normal folks and those who belong need not apply.
...and Granddad says he loves Staten Island. Pardon me while I kill him for reading over my shoulder. Grandparents.
Awww, you have a puppy? How neat! Single mother with dog over here...equally dull, only my puppy's a Mexican wolf dog. He's gorgey, and I totally need to take more pictures of him, I swear.
New Yorker by osmosis, or so he likes to say. He's another California native, just transplanted himself during some tough times back when.
Oh God, baby Dobermans are the cutest! Right next to miniature poodles and Shi Tzus. But then again I'm biased...my boyfriend has one. And I'd say wolves, being I own one, but they're not cute, they're beautiful.
And honestly, a Doberman named Mr. Beaker? You are made of win. :p
We've decided to leave his tail and ears intact. He's just too sweet with his tail-wagging and ear-flopping to change his looks.
Mr. Beaker owes his name to the Muppets. I may have talked someone else into naming her cat Bork Bork. Most people don't understand my oh so refined sense of humor.
Good call...seriously, that little punum is as deadly as Millie's! (The aforementioned Shi Tzu.)
I figured, yeah...and your sense of humor owns. I love it...my sense of humor wants to ask your sense of humor out for coffee, gender of said humor be damned. :p
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I'm afraid I'm not terribly interesting. I mostly tend to talk about my job at Last Call, best bar you'll find in the city as far as I'm concerned. And my puppy, Mr. Beaker. He's not usually at the bar.
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...and Granddad says he loves Staten Island.
Pardon me while I kill him for reading over my shoulder. Grandparents.Awww, you have a puppy? How neat! Single mother with dog over here...equally dull, only my puppy's a Mexican wolf dog. He's gorgey, and I totally need to take more pictures of him, I swear.
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I do, he's a Doberman and still hasn't grown into his floppy ears.
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Oh God, baby Dobermans are the cutest! Right next to miniature poodles and Shi Tzus. But then again I'm biased...my boyfriend has one. And I'd say wolves, being I own one, but they're not cute, they're beautiful.
And honestly, a Doberman named Mr. Beaker? You are made of win. :p
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We've decided to leave his tail and ears intact. He's just too sweet with his tail-wagging and ear-flopping to change his looks.
Mr. Beaker owes his name to the Muppets. I may have talked someone else into naming her cat Bork Bork. Most people don't understand my oh so refined sense of humor.
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I figured, yeah...and your sense of humor owns. I love it...my sense of humor wants to ask your sense of humor out for coffee, gender of said humor be damned. :p
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Well my sense of humor, along with the rest of me, is quite happily taken, I'm afraid. But thank you for the offer.