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I caught up with a couple old friends yesterday. When I say old friends I don’t mean they were old.. well they are getting old
a blog for my third life
I caught up with a couple old friends yesterday. When I say old friends I don’t mean they were old.. well they are getting old
Well, here it is thanksgiving. I was all set to order in Chinese food.. that’s what I kept telling myself weeks before. Why slave over
Well it is the end of our journey on the Diamond Princess. We are docked and in another world, are we in an airport or a
I remember those nude pictures of myself.. ok semi-nude? no clouds for them .. they were called Polaroids.. kept on earth in a drawer somewhere I
A friend of mine said the perfect meal is .. are you ready for this…… a big gob of peanut butter on a spoon! Well
When we wanted something as kids, we nagged our parents to no end. We wore them down eventually.. if we were lucky. If not, well
What is it about leaving that hurts so much? I know I will see you again so what’s with the heartache and why am I
Shit….it is 10:00 am and we are still in bed….wtf….our curtains are still closed, we need to keep them open I guess. I never sleep
We are awakened by a knock then pounding (well seems like it) , it is our coffee and fruit, room service we ordered for between
We snuggled ever deeper into our warm blankets and look at each other and smile that secret smile. You know the one.. it translates