February 2012
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Sometimes I wish there was some sort of radar you could carry with you that could read people and how they will affect you and your future. Like, you could be sitting at a Starbucks and see someone and aim your radar at her and get the reading, “She will make an amazing friend and be there for you in your darkest times. Go befriend her; she likes the new Sherlock and her favorite flowers are...
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January 2012
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Let's try and act like adults, please.
Is my voice completely lost among the incessant whines of spoiled teenage girls (some in their early 20s) complaining about pulled muscles, aching backs, or even concussions? Why is it that unless I am dead on the pool deck that it won’t be believed that I’m in pain, too? Everyone is in pain. Some people just don’t complain about it because really now, we’re not going to...
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