We usually don't associate flowers with men. Sure, the girls get pretty floral names such as Rose and Sage - even if they're conniving back-stabbing Miami society debutantes in reality. Far from the fragile blossoms suggested by their names. As a rule though the boys don't commonly get tagged with names reminiscent of sweet tender blooms - short of a certain hairdresser dubbed Cherry for reasons unbeknownst. One wonders how he even got such a name. From the infamous gardener and rose theory in relationships, somehow though the online conversation with my friends veered uncannily towards the topics of names and flowers. Full story...
You never quite forget the partners you had in school. And I've had more than a few. Never could stick to one partner for long.
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What's the first thing any sane parent would do once confronted with their son's confession that he's gay? Hysterical homophobic rants with threats of physical abuse? Well.
I got woken up by what I'm starting to term the Scooby Gang at some ungodly hour this morning. Any other intern who'd dare do the same for no valid reason ( other than a dire emergency! ) would have been chewed up and spit out.
How does freedom die? Not the way you'd reasonably expect with guns and bombs. Usually it's stealthily given away bit by bit, inch by inch without barely anyone noticing.
Anything more domestic than decking the halls with Calvin? I know. Kinda early to be putting up all the Christmas trimmings but I can't possibly let the department stores ( and Jaunty Jared! ) beat me to the punch, could I? I usually tend to go a bit crazy over baubles ( so pretty! ) so let's not even discuss the sinful amount I spend on trimmings every year.
The endless twists and turns of the legal system have always piqued my curiousity and I'll admit that I actually toyed with the idea of taking up law once upon a time.
December marks the end of the year - and for most of the 9-to-5 fellas who work hard for their money the rest of the time, it also signifies the time to let their hair down at one of the many dinners, parties and soirees in town.
It's that time of the year again. Kinda a yearly tradition for me. I know I'm obliged to release this to my friends and family so I might as well share it with you guys online.
Deep inside the tropical jungle of condominiums and shoplex, there lies a hidden, secluded enclave of huts where an infectious rhythm of drumbeats has started to play.
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