Seven things I plan to do before I die:
1. Find some more people who accept me.
2. Improv again.
3. Be in a (scripted) play again.
4. Have my own place.
5. Have a poem published (in at least a semi-recognized publication).
6. Have a stable bank account.
7. Win an advertising award. (New goal!)
Seven things that I can do:
1. Be incredibly introspective.
2. Love.
3. Find typos.
4. Shoot a bow.
5. Make people laugh.
6. Drive people up the wall.
7. Speak basic French.
Seven things I cannot do:
1. Speak basic Hebrew.
2. Enjoy cooked carrots.
3. Play just about any sport without looking like a jackass.
4. Keep a straight face, often.
5. Get through to my mom.
6. Give up pasta.
7. Stop dying my hair.
Seven things that attract me to members of the opposite sex:
1. Jacobness. (It's hard to describe.)
2. Patience. (I'm starting to learn how important that actually is.)
3. Sense of humor. (Duh. Really #1.)
4. A family that I like.
5. Acceptance/open mindedness.
6. I like my men scrawny. hahaha
7. I like when they don't stink.
Seven things I say most often:
1. "Yeah, ABOUT that."
2. "I love you."
3. "Thanks Vicky."
4. "Thanks daddy."
5. "Niiiiiiice."
6. "I'm [too] broke."
7. "Will I ever hear from you again?"
Seven touchstone albums:
1. What
2. the
3. hell
4. is
5. a
6. touchstone
7. album?
7 Questions I'm Tired Of Hearing:
1. "Haven't they hired you yet?"
2. "What do you do at WonderGroup?" (I'm not really tired of it, I just hear it a lot.)
3. "Why did you go to DC for Thanksgiving?"
4. "Are you talking to your mom yet?" (from my father)
5. "Do you talk to your mom yet?" (from my grandmother)
6. "You haven't seen The Graduate?!"
7. "Whatcha workin' on?"