Not all friends should mix. Another argument for keeping parts of my life separate and compartmentalized? I suddenly came to the realization that a large number of my friends - at least the ones I regularly share discourse with - are all affiliated with one another. Not only do we have an entire newsletter online keeping us informed of our goings-on every day, we also try our best to get together at least semi-regularly. And that's all great. Who should I call? But like all friends, we do have our little squabbles. Far from the monumental handbag-slugging, hair-tearing catfights of Serena and Blair in Gossip Girl but it's close enough. Full story...
Didn't really hit me until today that I might be in charge one day. Certainly makes it sound as if it's some uncertain date in the far misty future - rather than by the end of the month.
Looked at myself in the mirror today and still couldn't find the resemblance. Seriously. Didn't I get mistaken for a porn-obsessed sexual perv just a month back? When did I suddenly turn into a turbanned and mustachioed religious cleric?
Then again it was dark, I'd grown a beard and I was eating kosher food.
Very few things make me squeamish. Okay, maybe torn hands dangling by the ligaments. And possibly tapeworms.
Jealousy. It's an ugly, selfish emotion that has crept up on the best of us. Even knightly Arthur himself wasn't spared the sly, green-eyed demon when Lancelot made the moves on his queen.
Just today, I stumbled across an old porn film that I first watched years - and years back. An incestuous lil gay porn that involved three virile, highly adventuresome ( and shockingly inventive ) brothers.
Seems even the fates are conspiring against us. Feel terribly victimized with our already tattered reputations slandered and besmirched by those who don't know better.
With an education partly based on the misguided teachings of Islamic-inclined tutors, there has been much argument on the feasibility of consuming pork.
Start cracking those books, kids. Cutting coupons to buy groceries simply isn't fun. If there's a valid argument for studying smart to get into an economically viable course such as geology ( forget about medicine which is purely altruistic! ), it's that being poor actually sucks.
Seriously. Forget about saving the whale. Forget about saving the orang-utan. Forget about staying away from shark's fin soup.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
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