Tagged: personal

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wishes: Somewhere that’s green…

I absolutely hate moving, but while looking over a friend’s shoulder at craigslist apartment rental ads this weekend, I noticed the following house for rent that made me think, “Hm… maybe moving wouldn’t be so bad!” At $2,999, it’s a...

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video: I’M SORRY!!

There are days I just want to get a bullhorn and head to the roof of a building and shout out a modified version of Annie’s “I’m sorry!” speech from The First Wives Club… I’ve always loved this movie and...

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42: ***Spotless

After almost–but not quite–20 years in DC, I sometimes think it would be nice if I could opt for a form of selective amnesia. I never watched “Eternal Sunshine” but I more or less guessed the plot and I was...

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health: unremarkable

Just a few snippets from my recent PET-CT scans. I have honestly never before been so content with with the word “unremarkable” being applied to me. Unremarkable neck. Unremarkable study. Specifically, the subcutaneous abnormal soft tissue seen on the regional...

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Po’ Boy? No Mo’ Boy…

There’s nothing quite like discovering one of your favorite places to eat has shut their doors. I mean, we’ve probably all experienced arriving on a day that they happen to be closed for a holiday or simply as part of...

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queer: “that way”

Had an interesting experience in the cafeteria yesterday morning. I’d already brought in my breakfast, but accompanied a co-worker to get her morning nosh. Nothing out of the ordinary for my office routine. The only thing that usually changes is...

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fate: i am not! …oh

This morning’s horoscope seems to have finally figured out what to say to make it impossible to argue with. Harrumph!! Well played, horoscope… well played.

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#firstürbproblems: Skim, not Skinny!

Making sure to specify a “vanilla nonfat latte” instead of a “vanilla skim latte” at Starbucks for fear of being served a Skinny Vanilla latte. Yes… that’s a thing. Really. Well it is for me, anyway. The other odd thing...

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health: “more of a nuisance”

So, following up on my visit earlier this month, I’d been to have the stitches–sutures if you’re fancy–removed and I thought I’d hear results on my biopsy at that time. This was incorrect and the doctor I saw was a...

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home: BUTT OUT! …please?

In which my first world problem complaints about cigarette butts landing on my patio are vindicated with a not-strongly-worded-at-all memo from the management.