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Everything you ever wanted to know about me and then some...

About Me!

Hi, I'm Holly, and I'm a diehard Duranie; have been since I was a baby sleeping in my crib and I first heard Hungry Like The Wolf. It didn't take long before I was absolutely head over heels in love with John Taylor who was (and still is) the most amazingly good-looking man I'd ever set eyes on. And so my obsession with Duran Duran and all men who wear eyeliner and lipgloss began.
Up until a few years ago, no one else in the band interested me in the least, let alone Nick Rhodes...but there I was watching the video for Electric Barbarella when it hit me like a ton of 12" records...I was beginnning to like Nick! Maybe it was because John was no longer in the band to distract me, or maybe it's just that Nick has grown out of his awkwardness and is a great looking guy...but either way, he's come to share a place in my heart with John.

And for those of you who actually want to know something about me, I'm an abnormal psych major and I'm planning on getting my Ph.D. in a few years and starting my own practice. I love art of all kinds...well, except for Impressionism, frankly I could do without that...some of my favourite artists are Andy Warhol, Jaques Louis David, Stuart Sutcliffe, Francis Bacon and Salvador Dali. Reading is one of my favourite hobbies, and the classics are at the top of my list, although I love a lot of the more modern works as well. Some of my favourite books are Lord of The Flies, Les Miserables, and Invisible Monsters. Good poetry is another one of my absolute favourite things. Arthur Rimbaud is a stud muffin, if I had my way everyone would be forced to read his poetry...don't you just love good French poems?

I've also got my own Duran Duran cartoon which is quite popular among the homeless insane, and I think it's pretty funny myself...

The Random Drivel Section

I live for sex, love and rock and roll...no really, I'm serious.

My likes include melting things. My dislikes include things that won't melt.

I discovered recently that it's pretty damned hard to breathe potato...strange it took me so long to figure that out...

I would pay to see Bob Dylan sing Duran Duran's greatest hits...

I wanna be a mongoose....

I was the chubby lady hidin' in the bushes!

If I had four Oscars I'd give them all to The Golden Girls...

I've been told many times that I have a rather unhealthy obsession with gay men, the more flamboyant the better!

My favourite colour is fish.

Some of my favourite words include spooky, pulchritudinous, wonky, niggling, benestrophe, pusillanimous and papillon.

IN DURANIELAND I AM: The keeper of John's left tennis shoe, the infamous orange jeans, Nick's dirty socks, the baked potato pants, Nigel the petrified pirhana, and John's blonde fringe.

Friends of Mine!

Friends? Yeah, I have some of those. I also have a wonderful fiancee and a couple of parents, and an older brother too.
I also have 2 cats (Frazier and the exalted Pookachu - A.K.A. Silver) and one very loud-mouth cockatiel (Nick).

And now without further ado (and just because I feel like putting it here), here is a poem by my bestest best buddy Magick Alex:

When I spy your every pore
From out of these Dexter glasses
I want to ravage your cream filled toes
Like the mighty Steve Erwin
Battling the couscous.
I dream of eating your boxers
Covered in A-1 Sauce.
And taking Polaroid's of all the hotel rooms you slept in.
You make me feel so daring
Like I could jump off a toothpick
Or fly...in an airplane covered with Simon LeBon's ass.
When I see you sitting on the edge of the pool
I want to pull the honeysuckle out of your left nostril
And wet your nose hairs like Mike.
When you wear purple like Prince
I want to pretend we're married like Stu & Astrid almost were
And play Twister on your delicate grassy chin
With rabid tap-dancing ferrets playing Love Me Tender
On kazoos and one-stringed ukuleles.
I want to play your body like one of those plastic
; Guitars from the 99� store like Maggie O'Rita
And watch the sun come up over the cornfields of Idaho
While shoving your potato like ears full of 6 and 9 keys from TI-83 calculators
And sipping Ty-de-bols with you in Tijuana like Bambi's mother.
You set me on fire like a Duck Hunt made in a Mexican porno kitchen
By a doughfaced Mexican woman with a Dear Abby moustache
I want to buy you lime-coloured Swarovski panties
For your head, like thighs made of Quaker Oats
So you can run around like John Cleese reciting foreign languages.
I want to be the tofu in your taco
The cream filling in your Ho-Ho
The Nick Rhodes of your John Taylor
You smell like you sound, my chrunchy little Holly Hocks...
Like sea bass cabbage ice cream
That I want to spread all over my face and lick off.
Let me fill your belly with sweet taquito love!
I worship you like the mighty Duran Duran!
A fine piece of monkey you are...
I want to mutate you like Wolverine from X-Men,
Into my lover and gay British chef!
Run away with me.

Fondlingly yours,
Your secret admirer,
John T.

Random Quotes!

"If John Taylor was an animal, he'd be a tarantula wearing a beret! The infamous dick-eating spider, Steve could play with him" - Magick Alex (I know, I know, definitely in bad taste...)

"His name is frickin' Nigel! That's hilarious!" - Magick Alex

"Your screenname should be ImACrackWhoreLikeJohnTaylor..."- Magick Alex

"Did you just say 'Salmon LeBon'?!" - Magick Alex

"We've replaced John Taylor's bass with an empty can, let's see what happens..." - My roommate Miranda

"If Pixie Sticks are like cocaine with you, does that mean Sweet Tarts are like crack?" - Miranda

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