Life

Woof.

This is Lucy, my parents’ dog. I am seriously considering giving up on men completely and just getting a dog. They are loyal, adorable, smart, and will love you unconditionally. They do, however, have to be housebroken. I guess there are pros and cons to both . . .
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Woof.

This is Lucy, my parents’ dog. I am seriously considering giving up on men completely and just getting a dog. They are loyal, adorable, smart, and will love you unconditionally. They do, however, have to be housebroken. I guess there are pros and cons to both . . .
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Why I love my friends (con’t)

My friend’s response to my wise-ass comment about being “truly available” in the previous post: Yes, and I want to be there for that moment. x Love you, Coda!
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Why I love my friends (con’t)

My friend’s response to my wise-ass comment about being “truly available” in the previous post: Yes, and I want to be there for that moment. x Love you, Coda!
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With a little help from my friends

I have the best friends in the world. I truly do. For my birthday last year, my friend Jay colluded to get 22 people, including my brother and sister, to all chip in to buy me an iPod. I had mentioned to him in passing one day that I wanted to save up for one.
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With a little help from my friends

I have the best friends in the world. I truly do. For my birthday last year, my friend Jay colluded to get 22 people, including my brother and sister, to all chip in to buy me an iPod. I had mentioned to him in passing one day that I wanted to save up for one.
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Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

That always makes me think of ads I used to hear on the radio for monster truck rallies. “sunday, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, two thousand tons of pure testosterone, at the monster truck rally at Nassau Colliseum!” Sundays, especially sunny ones, present me with the age-old dilemma — lounge around all day, or take advantage of the
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Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

That always makes me think of ads I used to hear on the radio for monster truck rallies. “sunday, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, two thousand tons of pure testosterone, at the monster truck rally at Nassau Colliseum!” Sundays, especially sunny ones, present me with the age-old dilemma — lounge around all day, or take advantage of the
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matchmaker, matchmaker . . . blah, blah, blah

Since the whole bartender fiasco, many of my friends and family members have offered their services to help me meet a great guy. Here’s an example of an email I sent to my friend Michael, who had asked me to send him a reminder with a description of what I was looking for: This is
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matchmaker, matchmaker . . . blah, blah, blah

Since the whole bartender fiasco, many of my friends and family members have offered their services to help me meet a great guy. Here’s an example of an email I sent to my friend Michael, who had asked me to send him a reminder with a description of what I was looking for: This is
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