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Sexual Orientation: Straight (pretty much)
Location: Englewood Cliffs, NJ

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Books Prefer fashion or music magazines (W Magazine, Vogue, Elle, Harper’s Bazaar, Q, Pitchfork, NME, Mojo, CMJ). Books are too long and boring and a waste of time. Except for anything by Anne Rice, or those Gossip Girl books…love them.
Television TV is also boring and a waste of time. Except for Lost and South of Nowhere. And NewNowNext Music on Logo.
Music Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Weezer, Blondie, Thelonius Monk, The Killers, Marvin Gaye, Bright Eyes, Modest Mouse, Death Cab for Cutie, Jimmy Eat World, The Ramones, Postal Service, Sex Pistols, The Distillers, Dead Kennedys, Franz Ferdinand, Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Nada Surf, Janis Joplin, Uncle Tupelo, Gay for Johnny Depp, The Magnetic Fields, Prince, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Antony and the Johnsons, Where’s Fluffy, Sleater-Kinney, Feist, The New Pornographers
Movies Donnie Darko, Clerks, Grease, Monty Python, Fight Club, Amelie, Sid and Nancy, Thirteen, Boogie Nights, Gia, Pulp Fiction, Party Girl
Interests Anna Sharpova, sharp objects, objet d’art, Dali, Vivienne Westwood, Pucci, Soho (London), Debbie Harry, wedding cake, Googling, Angelina Jolie, bees, Ashley and Mary-Kate, Johnny Depp, tantric kissing, thrift store threads, thrashing, Dead Voter, da da, miniskirts, Sailor Moon

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Sacred Heart School, Tenafly, NJ
Next stop, Fashion Institute of Technology, NYC
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Where’s what did it. I told him, “I got into FIT! I’m moving to Manhattan next year!” And he said, “Great! Where should we live?”

I do not recall using the royal “we” in the “I” got into FIT statement.

My life is just about to start. For real. For fun. I do not need some cute-but-boring Jersey boy writing songs for me and getting in the way of every hot-and-dangerous not-Jersey boy in Manhattan who wants to write songs for me. I need to cut the cute Jersey boy loose.

Poll: How should I break up with Nick?
(1) by text message: “u + me = 0” or “UR so over” or “BCNU never”
(2) by making this blog entry not “friends only”
(3) by e-mail: Dear Nick, Don’t cry or anything but lately you just put me to sleepand I don’t mean that in the good way so I guess we r thru. Sorry and all, Tris
(4) in person, but at a noisy club where it will be too crowded and loud to really have to deal with his reaction
(5) by phone, but with a (false) promise that I will meet him at Denny’s if he feels the need to “talk” about it in person


I finally did it. The dumping. Of the Nick. It was like pulling a Band-Aid off a scab on your knee, not like pulling one off the hairiest part of your arm. At least, it felt pretty painless to me, but the look on Nick’s face? It was like, Ooooohhh, wounded animal.

(Yeah, I did it in person. Over a slice. He paid – which I could tell he resented after.)

I hate movies like Bambi or Old Yeller where you are supposed to feel sorry for the beast that gets offed. Deers and dogs dying is just another part of the natural order of the world, I think it’s called “natural selection” or something. Get over it. Death – it happens. Just like break-ups. Carry on, Nick. We both know you’ll never find another me, but you’ll survive.