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I went to high school with him and now he has one of the most interesting blogs I’ve ever seen. Plus, Jimmy apparently asked him some questions.
Maggie, Queen of the Skies
This is in the way of being an informational anecdote, providing you, the reader, with data from which to draw a portrait of Maggie: On her flight here, Maggie was lucky enough to be seated in one of the coveted exit rows. For those of you who take trains, let me explain: an exit row … Continue reading
My time with Maggie
The first night she was here, we went to a bar with the Sean(e) crowd. I had carefully arranged to have an event going on so that she would know how I am happening and fun and have many likeable friends. (Later I blew this casual coolness by accidentally referencing the fact that I had … Continue reading
In which she sort of makes up for the beard comments
So I’m listening to Seeking A Deep Feeling by The John Francis, which is the first solo album by everybody’s favorite Jack Small. It is surprisingly fabulous. (Surprising because I knew him before he met Erin, when he lived in the Doom Central room with Danny and the Lad and Sometimes Ryan, and you don’t … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Bob!
You taught me how to tie a shoe, drive on the freeway, make a pie crust, take a picture that includes everyone’s head, hang up a leather jacket, write a resume and get a free birthday hula dance. I love you. Happy birthday, Daddy. (For some reason I can’t find an electronic picture of you. … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Eydie!
You’re my role model in every way. I love you. Happy birthday, Mom.
We wish you a merry Kristen.
I had a nice though short visit with Jack today which enabled me to deploy not just one but all of the following quips in my beard-related arsenal: “You look like the Wild Man of Borneo.” “It’s like there’s a lawn on your face.” “No, I would have noticed the horrible hair first but the … Continue reading
Mmm, forbidden cake.
It’s not like you’ve never said it was your birthday in order to get a free dessert. This really wasn’t any worse. We waited until we were just about done with the main course. We were in that picking-at-the-food phase where you still have a few minutes before the waiter comes along and tries to … Continue reading
To prevent having this conversation with everyone, here is a handy primer:
Next semester I’m taking: – Human Biology (Biology for Poets, Underachievers and Retards) – Psychology: Representations of Gender (For people who couldn’t get into Human Sexuality) – English 214 (English by and for people who don’t really like English) I have class, once again, on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Kissed the bugs and made her cry
People keep talking to me; I’m starting to wonder if some misguided yet well meaning friend has paid strangers to help me overcome my phobia regarding same. Much the same way that my college roommate’s boyfriend “helped” her overcome her fear of fire by holding her down on the bed and waving a lighter next … Continue reading