nifer

thank ya

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hahah... thats exactly what i was thinking. the ivy leaguers werent even wearing that shite when it was in style, hell no would they be wearing it now rewind - i work at UPenn and the only guys on campus that look like what you described are the Whartons and freshmen

not that much, since i go grocery shopping a few times a month

that is gonna be insane! too bad ill be stuck in philly this weekend

i'm on it... jenn AT wiggleproductions DOT com

depends on what type of music. try garagehousemusic.com for events. i was in TO last summer. went to una mas and had a decent time there

words to live by

bathroom cabinet: shiseido D program makeup cleansing gel, cleansing foam, lotion, and essence tweezers clinique acne solutions spot healing gel advil extra strength makeup bag: lancome amplicils black mascara lancome le stylo black eyeliner shiseido lip gloss bare berry small comb black scrunchy

favorite pair of jeans?: old pair of diesels that are all frayed at the bottom now b/c theyre a tad too long signature clothing item?: dont think i have one? my maryjane-ish docs i wear w/ some outfits i shouldnt being wearing w/ them cheapie buy?: those diesels mentioned above.. got them for 40$ charcoal cashmere cardigan for 30$ wardrobe staples?: black black black favorite piece of jewelry?: my newly aquired bracelet from tiffanys on your fall wish list?: new pair of "fuck-me" boots dream purchase?: ill have to think about that more # of pairs of shoes?: 2 boots 2 sneakers 2 sandals/flipflops 2 evening 2 casual deacade's style you admire?(ie 70's, 80's, etc): a guess a tiny bit from each. i am nearly *hating* this flashdance throwback though one store, 10 mins to grab whatever you want?: anthropologie, only b/c i have a p/t job there and know *exactly* where everthing is best dressed character in a movie or on tv?: wish you could wear, but never would?: the color yellow. doesnt look good on a person w/ a yellow undertone most stylish person you know personally?: into vintage or no?: depends on the item bum around gear?: running pants yoga pants hoodie zipups

hah, cute. i use the "can you hold" tactic on telemarketers all the time

not "upscale and trendy", but definitely not "gangsta": body rock @ aqualounge every other saturday

*ME*? hahaha... if you paid attention, i said i was pasting an email i received, smart guys last time i checked, sean wasnt a female's name

exactly. if you want to be treated as a professional at work, at least look the part

most of those things...

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from an email i received: This is Sean O'Neal. Late saturday night, I and my roommate Chris Frank (a.k.a. Crasta) were arrested while leaving Transit Nightclub. The entire story is below. (Yeah, it's a bit long.) You can either read what is I pasted below, or click on the Microsoft Word attachment. This is not an angry rebound about what happend. This is because I think people need to become aware that it's very possible to get arrested on the outskirts of Philadelphia nightclubs. It seems to be getting worse and worse, and a lot of people are getting arrested unjustifiably. Similar incidences have also happend to others that I know in the recent months -- one of them happened just outside Fluid last Thursday night. If you're interested, please read... (Feel free to post this story on messgage boards.) thanks, Sean ----- Hi. I was arrested outside of Transit Nightclub... On Aug. 31st, 2003, at approximately 3:30am, I was exiting Transit Nightclub on Sixth and Spring Garden streets with my girlfriend Kate Iwanowicz after being there for less than two hours and only drinking one beer. The club was just letting out, and there was a large crowd of people leaving the club. The first thing that I noticed when I exited the nightclub was a paddy wagon parked in front of the exit and a group of police officers telling everyone to leave the area. (They were already prepared to make an arrest -- causing a scene before there was a scene. According to the promoter of the event held at Transit that night, the initial batch of police were never called to the scene.) Along with a dozen or so other promoters standing by the exit door, Kate and I began to hand out fliers for a musical event that we are hosting at Silk City (one block away from Transit) on that following Friday. While we were handing out fliers, we were also waiting for my roommate, Chris Frank (a.k.a. Crasta) to come out of the club because we were all planning on leaving together. So we decided to attempt to hand out fliers until he arrived. A minute or so later, a police officer (Sgt. Anthony Samarco) approached me and said, "No handing out fliers, you have to leave." I said, "OK, but can I wait a few minutes for my roommate because we are going home together?" He said, "No, you have to go." I then pointed to the adjacent parking lot and asked, "May I wait over here for him?" He then raised his voice and repeated something similar to what he said before. For the fourth and last time, I then pointed across the street (Spring Garden St.) and asked, "Is it OK if I wait over there for him?" At this point, the officer became very angry and shouted something (I can't remember what exactly) directly into my face. I replied in a calm and mature voice (which he must have found to be snooty, I suppose), "You are not being very nice about this." I then proceeded to walk away from the club. While I was walking away with my back to both the officer and the club, I turned to my friend and said again in the exact same relaxed tone, "He is not being very nice." The officer then immediately grabbed my arm and shouted "That's it," and then he handcuffed me. (While this all was happening, I and other witnesses noticed that the dozen or so promoters continued to hand out fliers to the exiting club-goers without having any trouble with the police.) While he was handcuffing me, I asked in a calm voice, "Why am I being arrested?" And I said things like "I didn't do anything," "I didn't disrespect you, Officer" and "But I was leaving." And surrounding people began shouting questions to the effect of "Why are you arresting him?" But the officer never told me why I was being arrested. He then passed me off to one of his underling officers and instructed the officer to put me into the back of a police car. While this officer was escorting me to the car, I asked him, "Why am I being arrested?" He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I have no idea." While I was sitting in the car handcuffed, I noticed my girlfriend Kate trying to get information from the officers. I could not hear what they were saying to each other, but I did notice that the officer (I think it was again Sgt. Samarco) began screaming and shouting in her face while she was being calm and cool (as she always is) about the situation. At this point, I became terrified and, of course, freaked out (like any human being would probably feel in this situation). (Bare in mind that I was pretty traumatized at this point because nothing like this has ever happened to me before.) When I saw the officer scream into Kate's face, I tried to knock on the window to get the attention of the officer that was standing outside of the police car guarding my door. But I was unable to successfully do so because my hands were handcuffed behind my back. So I then pounded on the door with my foot to get his attention. He opened the door, and I shouted, "That's my girlfriend. Why are you screaming at her? Can we please handle this situation in a civilized way?" Sgt. Samarco ran over and shouted something like "Don't kick the door." Then he closed the door. Less than a minute later, I heard a loud "Bam!" and turned around only to see my roommate Chirs Frank being slammed face-first into the hood of a car by a small heard of police officers. (Apparently, Chris was angered by what happened to me, and was asking questions at the officers demanding an explanation.) At that point, I was really freaked out, scared and confused because of the situation at hand. I kicked the door again (because I was unable to knock normally) to get the officer's attention. The guarding underling officer opened the door for me, and Sgt. Samarco raced over to me again while I was shouting, "That's my roommate. That's who I was waiting for. Why are you guys doing this to us?" Sgt. Samarco then seatbelted me and screamed, "I was going to let you go, but now I'm not." I then waited for several minutes, and then I was transported and placed into the paddy wagon where I joined my roommate Chris. (No one else got arrested that night -- only Chris and I were in the wagon.) While we were sitting in the back of a paddy wagon amid pitch-black darkness, Chris became concerned that his expensive eyeglasses were missing because they were knocked off of his face, and he can not see without them, and that they must have been somewhere outside around where the officers threw him onto the hood of a car. Chris and I managed to step through the handcuffs so that our hands were in front of us and not behind us -- in order to alert the officers that Chris can't see and was in need of his glasses. We then proceeded to pound on the paddy wagon door so that we can tell the officers that his glasses were missing. When they opened the door, we started saying something to the effect of "A pair of glasses are missing" and Chris was saying "I can't see." But the officers were screaming over us not listening to anything we were saying. They were screaming something like "How did you get the handcuffs in front of you?" and "Get out of the wagon." We both got out of the wagon and were surrounded by approximately six officers. (Meanwhile, a crowd of people -- many of whom I know -- were still there watching this fiasco go down. Apparently, they were never asked to leave the area.) One of the officers instructed us to put our hands behind us again. I said, "I can't because when I put them in front of my body, the handcuffs became very tight." I told him that I was unable to do it. He then replied, "Well, if you can put them in front of you, then you can put them back behind you." He then shouted, "Now do it!" I said that I couldn't. Another officer to my left then threatened that if I don't, then he will mace me. He shouted over and over again, "Do you wanna get maced? Do you wanna get maced?" I replied, "No, I do not want to get maced." At this point in time, I realized that Chris and I were merely being made examples of. We were now a spectacle, and the police were toying with us. I proceeded to try to put my handcuffed hands behind me, but was unable to do so because the cuffs were too tight. After being made a spectacle of, they put Chris and me back into the van while my handcuffs remained in front of my body. While we were being driven to the precinct, Chris and I were terrified -- fearing that the police were going to take us somewhere and beat us up or harass us. We were wrong about that, but we were both so traumatized by the ridiculous situation, we didn't know what to think. Chris even called 911 with his cell phone to tell them that we were being transported by officers in the back of a paddy wagon, and we didn't know where we were being taken, and we didn't know what was going to happen to us. We were terrified and near-convinced, based on the officers' previous actions, that something rash and unlawful was about to happen to us. But this 911 call only resulted in us being the laughing stock at the precinct soon after the officers were notified that Chris made this call. We were transported to the 21st and Hamilton streets precinct where Chris was held in a cell for about 19 hours. I was moved to 11th and Winter streets where I was held in a cell for approximately 3 hours. I was charged with two counts: "Criminal Mischief" and "Disorderly Conduct." (I think "criminal mischief" means something to the effect of -- if the police were never there, I would have potentially created a crime, but I didn't because the police were already there to prevent the crime.) Chris was charged with four counts: "Reap," "Resisting Arrest," "Disorderly Conduct" and "Harassment." All of these charges are of course inaccurate, unprecedented and unjust. Not only was my court case scheduled for the following Tuesday morning at 8:30 a.m. -- clearly allowing me no time or ability to find and hire decent representation (i.e. a lawyer) to handle the case because this incident took place late Saturday night during the Labor Day weekend holiday. I am forced to go into a courtroom and fight grossly exaggerated and completely fabricated accusations without a lawyer that I can trust -- meanwhile, having no idea what to expect or how to handle the situation in the courtroom because I have never been arrested like this before and clearly have zero experience with this sort of thing. My police report was practically a fabrication from start to finish. It says, "I asked him to await in medial area." But Sgt. Samarco actually told me to leave the area altogether. In fact, this entire verbal exchange took place in a "medial area." We were about 20 or so feet off to the side from the entire crowd. And he never said "medial area." He only instructed me to leave the area altogether. The police report continues saying that I "walked five steps and stated, 'I know my rights, I don't have to go anywhere." But I never said anything of the sort. I never even implied such a stance during this situation. I asked the officer if I may wait for my friend, and asking if I can wait at a variety of other near-by locations that I was pointing to. I then said, "You are not being very nice about this." And I said to my friend, "He is not being very nice." The police report continues, "I asked him to leave again...the deft started shouting, 'I didn't do anything wrong." But this is grossly exaggerated and completely out of context. First, I never shouted prior to being handcuffed and placed into a police car. The entire time, I spoke with a calm and mature tone of voice. Secondly, when I said (not shouted) that I didn't do anything wrong, I said this after I was handcuffed -- while I was being escorted to a police car -- not prior to the arrest. (After all, it's a logical and rational comment to be said at this point in time.) The report ends in saying, "The deft kicked the window causing it to come off the track and damage the rubber...estimated damage $200.00." But I never kicked the window, only the door -- and without aggression. I was merely knocking on the door with my foot because I was unable to knock on the door in a normal way due to my hands being handcuffed behind my back. And the window was never knocked off its track as far as I could see, and no damage was made as far as I could tell. And if there was, it most likely occurred prior to me ever being placed into the police car. None of the officers noticed any damage to the window while I was in the car. And how can they get this estimate at 4 o'clock in the morning? This police report leads me to believe that the officer had nothing to arrest me for, so he fabricated things and grossly stretched the truth in order to charge me with something. More importantly, I have already had over a dozen people (some I know and some I don't know personally) who offered their services to both Chris and me as witnesses to this whole occurrence. They can all vouch for us that both my police report as well as Chris Frank's are inaccurate. They can all vouch for us in a court of law and confirm that our stories are accurate and truthful. (See the list of witnesses below.) In Chris Frank's police report -- strangely much shorter than mine even though he has twice as many charges as I do -- it says that Chris was "swinging his fists at the compl thereby requiring substantial force to overcome the resistance." This never happened, and many witnesses will say that this never happened. Chris never swung his fists at anybody. He was, however, very angry at the ordeal, and asking questions about what happened with an angry tone of voice. Chris' report also says that he was "yelling obscenities." Chris says that he probably was cursing by the time they were threatening to arrest him and refusing to explain to him why I was being arrested. Because of whatever Chris said -- not did -- he was violently thrown face-first into the hood of a car making it seem as if he was resisting arrest. This is what Chris had to say about the ordeal: --- On the night of August 31st, 2003, I exited the Transit Nightclub at aproximately 3:30 am to find that my friend and ride home, Sean O'Neal, had been handcuffed and placed into a police cruiser. I then saw Sean's girlfriend Kate Iwanowicz and began to ask her what happened. She told me Sean had been handcuffed "for no reason." I then asked a near-by officer what happened and was ignored. Then Officer Aichroth approached me telling me to "back off" or I would be arrested also. I then tried to explain that I was merely asking a simple question to which he replied that I should "shut my fucking mouth." At this point I realized that I was being surrounded by five or six officers. I began saying that to arrest someone for asking questions is akin to living in a police state. They then closed in on me and all grabbed me at once. My left pinky finger was twisted around my back causing a severe sprain of the ligaments, a nightstick was jabbed into my left kidney area and I then fell to the ground and was subdued. The claims that I "took a swing" at Officer Aichroth are totally false. It is my belief after reviewing my own experience and listening to other witnesses that Officer Aichroth's and Sgt. Samarco's attitude and demeanor caused the entire incident with both Sean O'Neal and myself. Officer Aichroth was adversarial from the very start of the ordeal. In dealing with the people exiting the nightclub, their authoritative and bullying behavior created a situation in which it was only a matter of time before they found someone to arrest. --- Ironically enough, several days before this night, I was leaving Fluid Nightclub (at Fourth and South streets), and the police were present there asking everyone to leave the area. One drunk fellow (I think his name is John) said something uncalled for to one of the police officers. I don't know what he said exactly, but it was probably something that is was not a good thing to say to an ego-driven police officer. The officer immediately flipped John over his shoulder and onto the ground -- hence, being violent and irrational only because he felt insulted by this guy's words. I don't know much about this incident. I plan on educating myself more about this incident. But this along with what happened to Chris and me makes me wonder if these cops have been ordered by the DA's office to crack down on dispersing club-goers -- ordering the officers to make more arrests than usual. But that is only an assumption even though it seems almost obvious. After all, like I said, when I left Transit, the police were already there prepared to make an arrest with the paddy wagon on hand -- all before any problems ever occurred. The police were the ones that created a problem, not me or anyone in the crowd. If they weren't there, it's most likely that no problems would have ever occurred outside of Transit that evening -- especially baring in mind that this particular crowd was a tame one with little history of fighting, and no history of using weapons. Being one of Philadelphia's dedicated dance music and club culture journalists, I am thoroughly well-versed on the different sorts of crowds and the different sorts of events that take place in Philadelphia. your criminal friend, Sean O'Neal

department stores such as macy's, lord&taylor, bloomie's, etc usually have good sales

well shitty, i dont have mtv2

bring back amp? bring back 120 Minutes

that thing is pretty cool. the bf got one a few weeks ago

i've also seen body wash, lotion, and bar soaps in this line

jcrew usually has good sales too

if you take into consideration all the money you spend on straightening products and all the time you put into straightening your hair, 300$ for something that will last 8-9months and is hassle-free is definitely worth it.

my hair has a slight wave to it, not too curly. this is what i use: matrix sleek look (shampoo, conditioner, straightening balm) or bedhead control freak shampoo and conditioner and rusk st8 anticurl/antifrizz lotion babybliss ceramic flatiron deep condition once a week w/ rusk masque