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merry christmas!

It's like a pattern with me. My friends make fun of my "once a week" cycle.

This is my latest. It's for Steppin Out this week. I think I really like this new boy. Whatever. Here's the story. I haven't posted in a while.

Choice and chance are both six letter words that look alike when you see them on paper. Choice and chance are both ways in which ( Read more... )

so now I am back to square one on a place to live ( Read more... )

That blind date...it never happened. I trekked down from the Upper West Side to meet him in the Little Italy area (for those not familiar with New York, that's about a 15 minute subway ride, once the subway comes - or 5 miles, which in New York City is a long way from where I was)..it was late, I was tired, I wrote a whole piece while waiting for ( Read more... )

one of the blind kind. I met him on nerve, and I don't really do stranger dates well. I've been thinking of cancelling, but I won't..cause I need to take one for the team ( Read more... )

Okay ( Read more... )

in case there was cause for concern. It's not as if something happened that would make you think otherwise, except, of course, I haven't posted here in quite some time ( Read more... )

Shit. I hate when I don't practice what I preach ( Read more... )

what if ( Read more... )

Like major obsessive compulsion. Ever since I sent out the evite to my bday (which if you are my friend and didn't receive it just let me know cause I always forget someone) I can't stop refreshing it to see who new has responded. And then I keep checking gmail hoping that I get this apartment. And then I check the Nerve Personals cause I actuallly ( Read more... )