ROSENFELD, Mia Frances

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CAUGHT ME THINKING
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FULL NAME: mia frances rosenfeld
NICKNAMES: n/a
AGE: twenty-three
BIRTHDAY: 25-10-1990
CURRENT CITY: chicago, IL
HOMETOWN: rock springs, WY
EDUCATION: n/a
OCCUPATION: bartender

FACEBOOK NAME: mia rosenfeld
TWITTER HANDLE: n/a
INSTAGRAM: miarose
TUMBLR URL: n/a

HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 135 lbs
HAIR COLOR: brown
EYE COLOR: hazel

FATHER: hugo rosenfeld
MOTHER: eliza rosenfeld
SIBLINGS: olivia, marina, and selena rosenfeld
EXTENDED: n/a
PETS: Frogurt & Cronut, cats

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MY WEEK

EXPECTATIONS - get to work on time - write university entry essay - go to gym - skype mum - pay visa bill

REALITY - binge watch House of Cards - stalk every woman who liked Fintan's profile picture - eat Ben & Jerry's - switch skype status to 'invisible' - buy new cat collars off etsy

THE BEFORE

A big glossy toffee apple - that's how it started. I don't mean us, we've known each other since he viciously thwacked my head in a game of duck duck goose when we were four. It started when I was thirteen, counting quarters in the palm of my hand while the vendor tapped his foot impatiently. He had a habit of coming in at the right moment to sweep up my mess, and this was no exception, as he shoved a handful of change in the man's hand for my apple. That same night at the fair he held my hair when I became sick after a ride on the teacups, and walked me to my doorstep to kiss me goodnight even though I had puked. There was never any discussion on what we were, we just were. We were holding hands on the playground, we were having sex in my mermaid themed bedroom, we were locking lips at the alter. I know we weren't perfect; we nit-picked and yelled at each other. But there are those moments that are so simple, like that toffee apple, that make me think that we were as perfect as I'm going to get.

THE AFTER

"Finn... Finn, it's Mia. This is the last time I'm calling, OK? After this, no more... I'm so sorry. I didn't - I shouldn't have - I was wrong. What I did was wrong, I screwed up. I fucked up so bad, and I know you'll never forgive me.. I'm so sorry about that..... I don't expect you to. I'll stop calling." 2013-12-08

FIVE THINGS I ONCE WAS

1. Maggie Pollit, from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. When I was nineteen I tried out for a play - it was Oscar season and I was glamoured by the whole idea of being an actress.. I wasn't terrible at it, at least that's what Finn said. I wasn't terrible, maybe if I had stuck with it I would have been pretty good. But when I didn't get a shout out for my performance in the local newspaper, or a standing ovation, or any praise.. it just got boring.
2. A vet technician student. The first day I went home and cried about how awful it was, the course sheet read that we had to perform several dissections.. I couldn't dissect a baby big!
3. A folk singer.. there was one month last summer where I thought I could be Joni Mitchell. I've been singing for years, unprofessionally - in the shower, in the car, while making dinner, karaoke. I attended a folk festival, and I just thought it'd come naturally. Half of it did, the singing and guitar part. I'm a horrible writer though, and I'm not at all charming enough to get someone to write for me.
4. A Hooters waitress. I was eighteen, and had just moved to Florida. It was after I dropped out, I needed something to do with my time, my tits are probably my biggest asset. I only lasted a shift; caused too much controversy.
5. A wife, five years, my longest commitment. I got itchy and lonely, I don't think I was built for it.

FAMILY TRADITION

I come from a big family; a big, Italian family. We're loud, we're obnoxious, we're that typical Italian family that you find so ridiculously unpleasant. We get together once a year: Christmas. And no one is excited for this, it seems everyone is complaining about the family until we all start drinking. And when my Aunts start drinking, they end up hashing it out with one another.. I don't know how it happens. It starts with argument, then escalates into a battle in the backyard. We all watch it, and cheer on our favorite Aunt. The worst that's happened is a broken arm, it's all fun and games until someone dies, right? My dad once tried to break it up, but ended up with a black eye, so we've learned to let it be. If it counts, they hug it out after.

LIKES

cats, wild flowers, springtime, expensive lingerie, tanning beds, folk music, the colour 'purple', j.d. salinger, yoga, bon iver, men with beards, forearms, the sopranos, long evenings, my engagement ring, strawberry ice cream, pinterest, molly ringwald (queen of romcoms), coconut milk, sweet things, antiques, flea markets, baggy sweaters, the smell of leather, day dreaming, alone time.

DISLIKES

crying, loneliness, shoulder pads, feeling bloated, small talk, leaving voicemails, medication, twitter, family get togethers, the smell of gasoline, wedge heels, mini-golfing, roses, chewy candy, humidity, being single, bruises, sleeping without a duvet, applying make-up, awkward situations, sci-fi.

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ALIAS: ciaraaaa
AGE: 22
PLAY-BY: camila morrone
MEMBER GROUP: chi town
INSPIRATION: lil bit o' this. lil bit o' dat.