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saraharnstein
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Name: Sarah
Birthday: 7/31/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: ice cream musicals futbol jazz gooey food concerts the food network classic rock movies that make you cry my nieces & nephews running trying new things
Expertise: actually, i don't have a single talent.
Occupation: Medical
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
7/5/2004
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| um...hi. yep- that's it for now. | | |
| I can't do it! I just can't do it... There are way to many online things to keep track of. I'm converting to MySpace as my primary mode of keeping in touch with people. Xanga will always have a warm place in my heart, but between Facebook, MySpace and Xanga, I'm stretched too thin. Not only that, it is too high maintenance...Let's be honest...I don't really have anything important enough to say to keep people's interest on Xanga. With myspace you can trick people into thinking you're interesting with flashy backgrounds, mesmerizing slideshows and catchy songs. I need the smoke and mirrors for people to think I'm cool enough to have my website visited. So, xanga- I'm not saying I want to break-up, just that I want to see other networking websites. We've grown apart and it's time... http://www.myspace.com/saraharnstein | | |
| I'm in LA now! I'm crashing at Angela and Jared's house until I find a place (how nice are they?). First day of work is Monday @ 9. I'll post pics from the trans-America trip later. For now, I'm off to Macaroni Grill. | | |
| 10 hours and 56 minutes of solid driving time. rock on. | | |
| Well, it's not Denver or Portland, but it does have mountains...albeit they are covered with palm trees and Land Rovers and girls with fake boobs. I should fit right in, eh? First stop - St. Louey-Louey. The western outskirts at least - I really don't want to get shot on my way out there. Too many other things to deal with right now. Second stop - Denver. What can I say...I need closure Third stop - Vegas. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Final stop - Burbank, CA. 2,100.4 miles from home. Call me chicken, but that is really, really, REALLY far away. I miss Ohio. | | |
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