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The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
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Archive for June, 2004
new york
I blame a cheap, no-name brand cell phone data cable for the huge gap in my posts this past week. Oh, and also the fact that I’m having way too much fun on vacation to sit in front of a computer all day. Actually, I’d rather never sit in front of a computer again, but [...]
over and out
I’m on my way to San Francisco International now. See you on the east coast!
on blogging
“I think blogging is getting old,” a friend messaged me over IM. Really, I don’t think so, and I don’t think it ever will. People enjoy blogging and reading blogs for the same reason they enjoy reading books and magazines. People love a good story. People love a good story even more when it’s about [...]
speaking of type a
Someone reminded me tonight of my type A comment a few posts ago, so I decided to Google up some personality tests instead of doing my laundry or unloading the dishwasher. I first chanced upon this unofficial five question version that simply scored your tendencies towards type A or B (C wasn’t even factored in). [...]
burned pre-vacation
Yesterday I wrote a to-do list on a pad of paper with my realtor’s grinning face on it. I labeled it “Sunday,” underlined. Today I got back from morning practice, and after seeing that it was 80 degrees out and my right shoulder was still jacked from the game the night before, I threw my [...]
why i quit my d league
I know I’ve been dragging with the posts. Vacation planning, work emergencies, horse shows, and angry D league captains have shortened my stride a bit this week. If you recall my comment during our May 27th game, you will be halfway to understanding how all this idiocy with my D league started and ended. I’ve [...]
product modeling?
First off, thank you Big Red for sending me the movie. It arrived on Friday and was totally unexpected, especially to the bomb squad I had called in to open it, who took off their helmets and gloves to hand it to me and say “It’s just a hockey movie.” I could only smile sheepishly [...]
what country folk do for fun
My trainer lives out in Morgan Hill, far past the realms where city slickers dare to venture, and far beyond the roads where Jags and Porsches can drive without bottoming out in a muddy pothole. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been part of that britches-wearing, crop-wielding, velvet-helmetted set, but if my trainer hasn’t inspired [...]
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