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Natasha just tagged me, so now I have to disclose five things that you don’t know about me. Well, most people.

1) I have written in my childhood bedroom in the crack where the door closes, “I Love Brandy”. It is enclosed in the classical style(within the boundaries of a heart). Brandy was my first girlfriend. It’s also written in pencil. This was in 10th grade. But I’ve never erased it. I thought it was cute. But no one but me knows it’s there. You can only see it if you have the door open and you know where to look.

2) I keep the nametags that my cats had on from the shelter when I got them on my mantle. I never changed their names because I liked them so much. Jake. And Roberto. Roberto was marked mistakenly as a female. Apparently, the name didn’t give it away. Can you see I’m a big softie? I keep shit like that.

3) I have a stereo that was left by the guy who lived in my apt before me. It’s broken. Did I break it? I don’t know. But it has five cds in there that are stuck. Every once in a while when I feel like a challenge, I try and root around inside to get the other cds that are stuck. So far, I’ve gotten 3 out. Two more to go. Blood On The Tracks and Norah Jones: you are elusive.

4) I used to listen to the opening of Joseph & The Technicolor Dreamcoat every night before bed. I did this approximately every night from 1990-1992. I like rituals. Plus I like these lyrics(say what you will about Andrew Lloyd Weber but Tim Rice writes some good lyrics!)

Some folks dream of the wonders they’ll do
Before their time on this planet is through
Some just don’t have anything planned
They hide their hopes and their heads in the sand
Now I don’t say who is wrong, who is right
But if by chance you are here for the night
Then all I need is an hour or two
To tell the tale of a dreamer like you
We all dream a lot – some are lucky, some are not
But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it’s real
You are what you feel

But all that I say can be told another way
In the story of a boy whose dream came true

5) Sometimes I hear the people in the apartment next to me having sex. I hear the people on both sides. I don’t know these people in real life. But just based on the sounds, I like the people on one side better. The other side, they don’t seem as happy. Is that weird? Yes. But I bet you didn’t know this.

Okay, this is where I tag 5 more people…

Phil
Allison
Birch
Tanouye
“Rob”