Following in Damon’s footsteps - 20 random things about yours truly. Some of you know most of these, but hey, I’m trying to please the majority here. Enjoy.
1. I tweeze in traffic. Eyebrows, chin, ’stache… where ever there’s a stray hair, I’ma get it!
2. For being half Black and half Filipino, I don’t have a lot of Filipino or Black friends, yet I enj0y food from both cultures immensely. I jump at the chance to combine them. 
3. In middle school, I was one of three 8th graders chosen to meet President Clinton and ask him questions. I can’t remember what I asked, something along the lines of why do football players make more than teachers when they work harder. How young and innocent I was…
4. I’ve never been in love… like the real adult shit. That violent and passionate irrational make-you-wanna-kill-a-nigga love…
5. I’ve attempted to write a song - thanks to my Music Sensei Damon. Keyword here is “attempt”.
6. Sometimes I sleep with my contacts in, then I wake up in the morning in a daze and think “Ooh shit! I can see!!” Then I realize I just left my contacts in.
7. I’m unnervingly addicted to “Laguna Beach - The Real OC” on MTV. ::cowers in shame::
8. Don’t call me on a Wednesday at 9PM, I won’t answer my phone. And if I do, I’ll say “Can’t talk, watching Lost” and then proceed to hang up on you.
9. Tater is the only person on my Myspace friends list that I’ve never met. And the only person in “The Cast” I haven’t met, for that matter. Update: http://www.itsholly.com/wp/2006/06/26/i-met-the-tater/
10. Oh, I have a myspace page. ugh.
11. I knit!! Hats, scarves, belts that would have been scarves if I didn’t get lazy.
12. My hair is falling out.
13. I can’t eat pastries in the morning. I’m more of a bacon and eggs and cheese grits kinda girl. A muffin makes my stomach turn.
14. I don’t use an alarm clock. I automatically wake up every morning. It’s usually at the same time, whether or not it’s a weekend.
15. I can’t remember the last time I wore closed-toe shoes. If I can’t wear flip-flops, I ain’t goin’!
16. I have absolutely no desire to be famous, but I would like to be well known in my industry - what that industry is, I don’t know yet. Just famous enough to avoid tabloids, but still get free schwag when I go somewhere.
17. At this moment, I have more condiments in my refrigerator than actual food. (Ketchup, spicy french mustard, brown deli mustard, regular ass yellow mustard, regular mayo, light mayo, lingonberries, capers, pepperoncinis, ranch dressing…)
18. I absolutely hate bell peppers. Yes, even the red ones and yellow ones. The infect their nasty nastiness into any other food in the dish and ruin it. Nasty.
19. I don’t like eating peas, but I like split pea soup.
20. I want to move to New York in the next year or so, but Kelly won’t let me.
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Serial Killers stalk and muder Niggapinno women everyday in NYC. Don’t you read the paper Hols?? You won’t be safe! I can’t let you go. If I need to bribe you with the promise of Common and you having babies, then I will. I saw him last week and he is extremely interested!
What is this nonsense you speak of with New York. You are not going. I don’t care what you say. I will have no one to “concert” with and of course Jonathan will never take me out to eat again, because he will go to visit you on the other side of the country. I need someone to introduce me to the new and good things in life, like nutella, and that pastry place up north, or Chuao chocolatier. What good is life, if you can’t have holly in it.
YOU’RE STAYING, AND YOU’RE GONNA LIKE IT
I was all ready to write a “you should stay in SD” stint… but I got distracted by the nutella comment… sorry
I hate that I automatically put smily-faces into web conversations.
You can visit NY but you can’t live there. 4 against 1.
you guys suck.