Flipflops in the Rain


forty: greg(g).
November 28, 2007, 9:49 pm
Filed under: 24 words, family first

I’m not sure when Bru‘s little brother became so grown-up, but I don’t think I like it.

(i finally wrote about someone you know…)



thirty nine: tami.
November 27, 2007, 2:41 pm
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you called me out earlier — but then you helped robin get me presents cuz i was stressed out.

you’ve won my approval for life.



thirty eight: mike d.
November 26, 2007, 8:23 pm
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being so close with you always drove your brother crazy.

probably the reason we became friends in the first place and aren’t really anymore.

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thirty seven: quinn.
November 25, 2007, 10:22 pm
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blood sisters for life even when we aren’t as close. i hope you’re much happier now that you’re home — you definitely deserve the best.

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thirty six: mike k.
November 24, 2007, 1:07 am
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you get your new puppy today! your big, happy family is coming together nicer than expected — thanks for letting me take part in it.



thirty five: rachel.
November 23, 2007, 8:07 pm
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constantly enthusiastic and fun to be around. i hope we’ll paint boston red at some point tonight — if not, i’ll plan another visit soon.

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thirty four: mark.
November 22, 2007, 8:04 pm
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i’m thankful i’m still a daddy’s girl. i’ll continue to lean on you — please remember you can always lean on me.

i love you.



forgive me, Reader, for i have sinned.
November 21, 2007, 2:56 pm
Filed under: geek chic, perfectly impossible | Tags: , , , , , ,

it’s been several hours since my last confession. i have since been ridiculed and mocked by the one blogger whose approval i desperately desire. I’m sappy, over-the-top and — even worse — ambiguous. In addition to that, I bite my nails.

All i really want is for paolo to accept me into the blogosphere with open arms. my blog was the one place i felt sanctuary from the cruel Web 2.0 world — and he’s ripped that away from me. now, here i stand, succumbing to the only tried and true tactic for winning him (and his loyal followers) back over — talking about him and raving about his greatness.

So, dear Reader, let it be known, i will repent for my sin of talking about my feelings for other people. from this day forward, i will take every judgment paolo makes as fact and i will stop wearing my heart and guilty conscience on a sleeve.

or not. but i guess i’ll try a little harder to entertain instead of preach. well, i’ll at least consider it.



thirty three: weasel.
November 21, 2007, 1:58 am
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i don’t dislike many people — but i don’t like you.

with any luck, you’ll be out of my life by the end of december.

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wining…

why do i always manage to get it in my teeny, tiny head that drinking wine when i’m tired will get me to sleep earlier? and why do i always think i have time for just one more itty, bitty glass? and why does this brilliant concept only come to me on work nights? (fingers crossed that all my customers have gone home for the holidays…)

other than my unfortunate decision to drink a bottle of my favorite wine tonight, this evening has shaped up much better than i originally expected. for one, i had the pleasure of talking to two of my best friends and my lil brother. for two, bizzi bear won’t leave my side. and for three, tomorrow’s thanksgiving eve (as well as boston eve) — the first thanksgiving away from my family and home. there will be much more wining (and in my case, prolly much more whining), many plates of mashed potatoes and plenty of opportunities for me to make an ass of myself.

so i raise my last glass of the night and toast to everything — yea for contentness.

(hmm…maybe now’s the time to make a resolution, as i feel much more inspired by the prospect of pumpkin pie than i usually do by a New Year’s Day hangover.)

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