Went to bed when I wanted to. Woke up when I was good and ready. Getting ready to do whatever I want today. Ah….the start of a WONDERFUL at-home vacation! Actually, this would make my first week off of not going anywhere ever. Usually, I’d be in Red River with Brandon’s family or back home in Bangkok. Never once I have taken this much time off to just be here. My coworker Dave, a world’s traveler, tried to talk me into jetting off to Cambridge and visit Elan for the week. And I did seriously thought about it. I can...
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El Heffe and I share the same birthday. So he wished me a happy birthday eve this morning. “You’re way too damn happy about aging,” I wrote. “I’m actually 15 in my head,” he wrote back. “Well, in that case, you’re still older than me. I’m 7.” It’s my outer child who keeps me going each day, I tell you. If I start acting my age, I wouldn’t like my life very much I don’t think. Heh. Tomorrow is my 31st birthday. And I’ll be too busy to actually think about it all that much. The Operation Jingle All the...
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This morning, I woke up at 9 a.m. and made breakfast skillet, caught up on Tivo and ran a few errands with Brandon. It’s now 6 p.m. on a Saturday night. Greek beef roast is slowly cooking in the oven. USC is playing Cal on the television. Alas, life has returned to normal. Hello, friends. Welcome back to my life. The Nhien and Oakley Show aka the Big Gala dinner went extremely well. At least that is what I’ve been told. Personally, I was stuck in the auction the entire time, missing the program altogether, and didn’t get a bite...
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It was like returning home from a month abroad. Last night when I walked through the apartment door, it felt like I haven’t been there in ages. The Big Gala is 2 days behind me and I still am doing the follow up, but the stress and frenzy had gone. The world is new to me again. Now, the reintroduction to my regular life. It’ll take a few days....
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Tomorrow. Is. The. Day! Wish me luck, everyone!...
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If you leave. Take my breath away. Living on a prayer. Take on me. The last four songs my Zen randomly picked before I got to my building this morning. At this rate, I started to feel awkward not having my leg warmers on and sort of expected to see the VERY young Tom Cruise in his tighty whitey, socks and shirt sliding past the door when my elevator opens. And yes. I really do have those songs in my MP3 collection....
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