10 Guys in 20 Lines

Mine is nothing to be compared to Amy’s but I wrote one anyway because it sounds like fun. You’ll see that most of my boys are secret crushes, and a few I actually went out/made out with. (RetroBlog: Serendipity.) Then I went and hooked me Brandon. LOL. Anyhoo. Here’s my history with men. My first crush at 12 was on Fabian. Blue eyed, fanged smile German. Next crush, Gian is a Swiss skier. We hung out a lot in Whittier. High school Grant was my carpool buddy. He becomes a rocker in Cincinnati (but now in the OC). In college,...
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Good Night Sweet Prince

Peter Jennings dies at 67. Brokaw called him “the Prince” of the network news triumvirate that were Jennings, Brokaw, and Rather. The friendly voice that familiar me to America nightly as I watched the news with my host mom back in 1993. The face that countdown with me to 2000. The presence that comforted me through the day on 9/11. Thank you, Mr. Jennings. The world of news won’t be the same without you....
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Owned

I was out with Brandon and his coworkers Jim and Eric yesterday. A beat up truck came by, trying to sound all vroom-vroom look at me my engine’s loud, but it didn’t sound like a vroom from a healthy engine. So Eric started ripping on how that guy would be trying to pick up chicks with that car. Eric: Yeah, he’d be like, “Baby, do you like cars?”. “Yeah, whatever that can get me away from you?” Oakley: So you hear that line a lot, eh? E: No. Actually, I *use* that line a lot. You know, all the unwanted...
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Oh yeah. That.

All these times, I forgot to let you know that the pictures from Red River is up on my Flickr album. Red River – 4th of July, 2005 A disclaimer: I haven’t touched up any of the photos. Once you see the pictures of the Barn and the valley from the Vietnam Vet Memorial, you’ll understand this disclaimer....
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Ronery

Feeling lonely in a room filled with people. It’s a cliché. And I’m living it. I am working in a friendly environment, sometimes chitchatting away with my coworkers in the next cubes. But something is missing with them. Then again, only a few people at my new work share my interests. No one is this geeky. Or random. I miss my old coworkers so much sometimes it physically hurts. Angela, my former manager, said it best that we could never find such camaraderie again anywhere else we go. We, first and most importantly, all shared the common hatred of the...
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