Fakebook - Sadie Hendryx

Sadie poses the question: What do you secretly hate about each of your friends? I seek the brutal truth.

Mary says: Jaime Martins is my best friend, I would never say anything bad about her, even on here! Except that she does this thing were she clicks gum between her teeth; makes me gag. And sometimes she says the word "awkward" when I don't think anything awkward has happened, but it's like her coverall to describe situations she doesn't understand. She's kinda stupid, but she's totally sweet.

Just between you and me? John Devereux is actually a robot. Very annoying.

Lewis DeMarco wears man-tanks. Hey buddy, ever hear of sleeves?

Sadie has an unbearable lisp, and she's constantly taking out her teeth when she's not eating, which can be really gross if she hasn't brushed in awhile. It's one thing to see gross teeth in a mouth, but when she asks you to hold on to them while she goes to the gym? not cool.

John says: Actually, I hate them all equally because they just don't get me. None of them could mention more than three or four texts by Zizek, and most would probably pronounce the "t" at the end of Foucault! Idiots!!

Lewis says: In my left drawer, you will find the answer to this question. Mind the socks.

Sadie says: Honestly, I hate that they don't know anything about me. They conveniently "forget" that I'm vegetarian all the time, often offering me some salad, sandwich, or a spring roll of sorts saying, "There's only a little bit of pork in it." Well, seriously, what if I gave them some candy saying, "There's only a little bit of crack in it." Yeah, and I hate the passive aggressive thing that girls do---won't even get into that. Mostly though, it hurts me how much we're all changing. How they're so different, and I guess I am too, but this isn't something we notice about ourselves... AND I really hate how my friends try to become too much like their boyfriends by listening to the same bands and even dressing like them. There was once ONE moment in time when we were all totally unique and amazing---strong and angry. I'm the only one who's still angry though. And I'm angry with my friends.

These baby houses were so small, so cramped and uncomfortable. Enid hoped the squalling structure in her arms would grow into a pagoda she could caryy on her shoulders.

For those who say I'm never happy--a moment of bliss. Thanks for an awesom Saturday, Jaime.

I wish I were here, in a perfect musuem, in a country where burrito has no translation. .

Hemingway, mocked her unsuccessful suicides, saying, "Here's to Dorothy Parker. Life will never become her so much as almost leaving it."

And this is my questionable idol. No wonder I'm such a mess.

Me at three. I think my mom sent this as a form of reproach. Somber children (at three or at twenty-six) are a burden no mother deserves..

My kitten's name is Bundle. She is sweeter than a diamond necklace, which can't even purr. (A free burrito for anyone who catches the allusion).

Goals: I watch the people who come in the burrito place and then I write poetry. I play a game where I make up identities for new people at Mountain Laurel: you with the black hair and bangs and that would-be ironic T-shirt, your name in high school was Katie Williams but in college you’ve reinvented yourself as Kat Valentine. You with the Skoal tin wearing a white ring in your blue jeans’ back pocket, you are surely a Randy. I love books more than anything (people included) and am happiest with my plants and my cat and my iTunes. I‘m working on my MFA.

Favorite Food: bean sprout--a wilted one.

Best Body Part: I always wear threadbare and ironic t-shirts that I act like I find in thrift store but really I scoured eBay for them--underneath I actually have what I think are very pretty breasts (perky but soft at the same time). I wish someone in this damn burrito place would notice.

A secret about you: I'm embarrassed for other people when they wear clothes that are unflattering. Really, why do I care? Am I that insecrue about my own appearance that I have time to fret about the sartorial mistakes of others? I secretly think everyone judges me as harshly as I judge them.

A wish of yours: I wish I knew what it was like to have rabies. So many different kinds of foaming at the mouth, you know?

Most Embarrassing Moment: Posting on my fakebook page that I am secretly pining for a certain dopey but sincere bookmaking coworker who only has eyes for some sappy Christina Rosetti loving PhD candiaite.

Networks: The Algonquin Coffee Table, Mountain Laurel Burrito kitchen and counter crew, Ninth Letter Literary Journal.

Relationship Status: Quite honestly, a little lonely. (Why is is it we say online what we won't say anywhere else?)

Age: 26

Interested in: Writing partners, a boyfriend who likes art musuems and coffee shops.

Looking For: Someone to make me less serious.

Political Views: Liberal...practically a communist.

Believes In Ghosts/Magic/Occult: I believe in telepathy and fate and karma...but not ghosts.