Is Mayor Bloomberg Finally Declaring His Candidacy for the White House?

After months of denial is New York City mayor Mike Bloomberg finally coming clean about his political ambitions for the White House? Although he has steadfastly maintained he has no interest in running, Mayor Mike has traveled the country widely to discuss issues such as global warming and competitiveness. Mike Bloomberg will join a group of bipartisan political types in the state of Oklahoma next week to, reportedly, urge our next commander in chief to rise above political partisanship and the resulting gridlock and bullshit.

Quoting the New York Daily News on its December 31st issue: " Experts said the meeting could help Bloomberg, a political upstart, wrap himself in the mantle of respected elders from both parties while he considers whether to spend 1 billion (that's all?) on a campaign".

Heavy-duty bullshit and partisan politics is what its all about in D.C. So... good luck Bloomy and company!

Tomorrow is New Years

"This is it. Don't get scared now."
- Kevin McCallister, Home Alone

Hail The New England Patriots...Or Not!

So The New England Patriots finished the season 16-0. I am not really a New England Patriots hater like some out there who must be stewing in their juices right now cursing Tom Brady, Randy Moss, Bill Belichik and anything New Englandish(?). I am really neutral when it comes to the Patriots unless, off course, they are playing against my beloved Dallas Cowboys. But I must confess that I didn't want them to be the first team since the 1972 Miami Dolphins to finish the regular season unbeaten with at least 14 wins. Wait. Well, let me be honest, hummmm. Nope. I am not really neutral. What it is is that my dislike for Belichik, Brady, Moss et al is not as virulent and intensely antagonistic as some folks out there. Whether you like them or not, you gotta hand it to 'em. They are a pretty impressive team on both sides of the ball. When I first tuned in, the New York Giants were playing inspired especially the defense. Tom Brady was getting chased around, harassed, blitzed and the Giants were leading 28 to 16 in the middle of the third quarter. I said to myself: Could it be? Is it possible? I already saw myself writing my blog entry title: "Hail the New York Giants slayers of Monsters and New England Patriots"...or something along those lines(Hey! I don't have a whole lot of imagination... ok?). But then Eli Manning's true colors came through and he threw an interception with his team just trailing by a field goal in the 4th quarter. The Patriots converted the turnover into a touchdown and a 10 point lead. Game over. To be sure it was not just Eli but blaming the quarterback is expedient. Bottom line? New England is 16-0. Damn perfect so far.

Face to Face

... after over an entire calendar year. I reunited with my ex-girlfriend Lynn of 6 years.

And it couldn't have gone better.

She called me when she got off work

Lynn: Okay, I'm ready.
So@24: Okay. Well. Have you eaten?
Lynn: I'm starving.
So@24: Me too. Our movie doesn't start for a couple of hours anyway, so let's grab something.
Lynn: I know you joked about it, but we shoul...
So@24: Oh you mean go to...
Lynn: How do you know what I'm going to say!?
So@24: That diner that we used to go to right next to the theater, right?
Lynn: Augh! You knew! Okay, I'll see you in a few.

It was a miracle, but I convinced my mom to give me the keys to her Audi (sweet!). On the drive over, my hands started to shake a bit and a few butterflies started to flutter about in the ol' gut.

When I pulled up in front of the house, it really hit me: she is going to come walking out that door any second.

And she did. And she looked just like I remembered her.

She stepped into the car and smiled.

"I think we can hug."

We did. And although she couldn't see, I was grinning like an idiot.

We had 3 hours to kill before our movie started. I ran some errands with her before sitting down in the diner. It was completely empty except for us.

No awkward silences. No long breaks in conversation. We talked for two and a half hours about everything you can imagine: our past relationship, mistakes we both made, her other relationship, her break up, my friends, her friends, grad schools, my new job, movies we saw in the past year, music recommendations. Everything. I was happy to get things off my chest and I think she was too.

It's weird when you have to consciously fight your natural instincts. Walking through the parking lot to get to the theater, I automatically wanted to throw an arm around her waist like I always used to whenever we'd go anywhere. Or hold her hand during a movie. And I felt comfortable enough to tell her about this and she laughed.

We headed to get some frozen custard after the movie and agreed that Juno was "okay". It was funny driving at eating ice cream at the same time; we both laughed that we're used to feeding each other while the other person is driving, but that it wasn't appropriate anymore. So I'd grab the cup from her when we'd hit red lights. But the last scoop, she actually fed to me. It was fine.

Dropping her off, we took the back roads. I stepped out of the car and we hugged. We agreed it wasn't awkward and we were glad we could do things like this. She said she'd call me in LA and that "we weren't that far away". I said I'd love it if we did this again.

And then I drove away after I made sure she got inside okay.

I'm still the same. I'm not pining for her. I'm not wondering if this is the first steps in some quest to get her back. I'm okay with being friends.

I'm glad she's back.

Download Free Games

Download Games For Free. You get to save the sinking city of Venice, or blast clay enemies, or save the earth from invading aliens and a whole lot of other stuff like that. Some of the games for download are: Venice Deluxe, Water Bugs, Platypus, Bugatron Worlds, Cosmo Bots, Clash and Slash, Best Friends, Z-Ball, Marbles Deluxe, Classic Bugatron.

I See Her Tomorrow

Tomorrow will be the first time I will have seen my ex-girlfriend in over a year.

And if I'm going to be totally honest with myself (which why wouldn't I, it's my fucking blog), I'd say that I'm cool. Calm. Collected.

I was expecting butterflies, bundles of nerves, bloody nubs where my fingernails used to be, or even my meeting tomorrow to be the only thing occupying my thoughts all day.

But it really hasn't. I would be lying if I didn't say that I am a bit excited, but certainly not to the degree I would have expected.

It will certainly be interesting to see what happens tomorrow.

Is Christmas Shopping a Big Deal?

The first thing I did when I woke up was text Beth to see what she was up to for the rest of the afternoon. She said she was going to finish up Christmas shopping. I offered to escort her since I had absolutely nothing planned and she was going alone.

Her "little engine that could" car pulled up in front of my house around 3:00 and I took the driver's side.

People go Christmas shopping together all the time. Friends do it all the time. It's not big deal.

However, I've been known to over-analyze particular situations from time to time. And when Beth and I are weaving in and out amongst the holiday crowd at a huge mall; little flashbacks suddenly sparked in my mind. Think of the Bourne series when Matt Damon suddenly get s bitch slapped by these quick visuals out of no where. It was kind of like that, but... well, it doesn't involve a government cover up.

These flashbacks were "couple-y" things I used to do at this very same mall.

• Laughing and speed walking through the parking lot during a rainstorm; avoiding massive puddles
  
• Beth and I grabbed a quick bite at the food court and shared an entree of Kung Pao and broccoli beef.
• An impulse buy; we both u-turned and got exactly $3.55 worth of Sweet Factory candy.
  
• I waited for Beth to get out of the restroom and had my back toward the exit. When she came out, I got a swift, playful swat to my bum bum. (Although this never happened to me before, I got an instant "couple-y" feeling)
  
• I needed some new boxers, so I had her help me pick out ones that she thought would look good.

Again, maybe I'm over analyzing. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't get that "funny" feeling that often follows these kinds of days. It's very possible it's just a one of those Holiday things that mind fucks with you.

I just need to be cautious. I know myself too well.

Sirius Internet Radio

Howard Stern has been on Sirius Satellite Radio for about 3 years now, I think. I used to listen to his radio show when he was on K-Rock in NYC every day. His brand of "in your face/nothing is sacred" humor doesn't appeal to some folks. Indeed, he is the quintessential "shock jock" and political correctness is not his forte. I remember how he would bring in guests to the show to interview (and often make fun of) such as porn actors, prostitutes, strippers, members of extremist groups, little people, and all kinds of non-mainstream characters as well as widely recognized ones. When I started listening to Howard's show, at first I didn't know how to react because he is so off the cuff sometimes. Then, I just put the political correctness to the side for a moment and laughed hard. Real hard. Bottom line? The SOB is damn funny!

Nurse Texts

Hey you! Are you in town?? When do I get to see you? ;)
- sent via cell phone at 11:34 pm.

Oh God. It's the Nurse. How did she know I was back??

I'll most certainly run into her if I hang out with my Portland friends. I don't want to deal with having to give her the brush off. Or just the general awkwardness.

Blah. Am I making this too big of a deal? I mean, it's not like I slept with her or did anything worse than what middle schoolers do during free period.

I really wanted to text her back, "I hear you prefer minors", but alas... I didn't have the balls.

The Amazon Store

The Amazon Store has changed location and is now on a cool widget (I just love widgets!)on the side to your right. You will still find the latest book bestsellers as well as everything else from cd's to jewelry, to electronics to gourmet food and everything in between. Among the countless book bestsellers you will find in Amazon is The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini an Afghan American writer. The Kite Runner tells the story of Amir, a well-to-do Pashtun boy from the Wazir Akbar Khan district of Kabul, who is haunted by the guilt of betraying his childhood friend Hassan,the son of his father's Hazara servant. The story is set against a backdrop of tumultuous events, from the fall of the monarchy in Afghanistan through the Soviet invasion, the mass exodus of refugees to Pakistan and the United States, and the Taliban regime. I read Love in the Time of Cholera in Spanish and was touched deeply by it. Gabriel Garcia Marquez is an absolute giant of modern literature. No doubt.

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Canon PowerShot A560 7.1MP Digital Camera with 4x Optical Zoom

Preparing for New Years

I know it's early. Some might argue it's a little TOO early to be planning for New Years 2008. But I made a personal vow that I was not going to have a shitty New Years this time around.

Last year was probably one of the most awkward. A random house party in Manhattan Beach with Leo pestering me with "You're fucking kissing someone this year, So@24. I'm not even kidding." and me wanting to crawl into a dark hole when that ball dropped. For the record, I kissed no one. I pretended I had a call on my cellphone and ducked out in the backyard to "take my call".

This year is going to be different. Leo and I have already started preparations to host our OWN hootinany this time around. Leo's friend and old boss happens to have a large dwelling up in the Hollywood Hills. What better place to count down from 10? I mean, right? Right?

To solidify that I'm going to have the best New Years I've ever had since being on this Earth for 24 years, I've thrown in a variable that will surely not fail. My friend Beth is flying down with me from and staying. Remember she was my faux-girlfriend for that one night?

A little history. Put Beth and I in cocktail attire, give us a fifth of Seagram's whiskey and a liter of 7 Up and we're a force to be reckoned with. Put a tie around my neck and I swear it's like Frodo wearing the ring. He becomes possessed with power greater than a mortal man, yet the longer her wears it... it becomes his ultimate downfall.

Beth: I can't even think about New Years. Seriously. And you know how we get if we even attempt a little to dress up. That means extra shots and extra foolery. You and I are getting lost before the party even begins.

Leo and I have already started the invite. And if you've kept up with this blog, you'll know that we take our invites very seriously. I wrote one when I was still poisoning my body with those sake bombs. When I got home that night, Leo suggested that I lay off the invites and let him take over as captain. I agree.

"But don't take my word for it! Ba da da!" - LaVar Burton, Reading Rainbow

On snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaps.

So. It's that fucking time of the year again.

You know what I'm talking about. The time of the year when it suddenly turns 12:00 am and the rest of society suddenly expects you to turn into Cassanova and plant a kiss on an unsuspecting wench.

Well fuck you, Society. I've been trying this technique for over a year. Do you really think just because it's December 31st that these fraulines are going to be flipping up their skirts and saying "take me, you squinty-eyed knave, take me?" No. It's not that easy.

Unless you have alcohol. Top shelf. And a setting that gives off the appearance that you have money.

Which is where our good friend comes in.

House in the Hollywood Hills. A heated pool. Booze. A hired bartender. Some swanky velvet rope (to keep us TRUE partiers from falling off the balcony and causing a messy lawsuit to our generous host).

So. Do you want to spend New Years at some crowded bar where you're going to throw down $65.60 on a bar tab where, if the planets are aligned and the cave dwelling carvings ring true, you might actually kiss some one attractive for .34 seconds? Or do you want to dress up in a tie and actually get down with some people with substance.

Choice wisely.*

I'm out.

* Yes, I typed "choice". In hindsight, I know it was the wrong word to use. I was drunk. Bite me.

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Dexter Ex Machina

But we also need the possibility of cataclysm, so that, when situations seem hopeless, and beyond the power of any natural force to amend, we may still anticipate salvation from a messiah, a conquering hero, a deus ex machina, or some other agent with power to fracture the unsupportable and institute the unobtainable.-- Stephen Jay Gould, Questioning the Millennium

Dexter Morgan is a man in his 30's who is a blood spatter expert employed by the Miami Metro Police. He is handsome, charming, easy going, jovial, and a vicious, calculating killer of the serial variety. Dexter (played by Michael C. Hall) in the Showtime drama series of the same name, is the adopted son of the late Harry Morgan (played by James Remar) a law and order police officer who imparted upon his foster child a protocol of behavior, a "code" of vigilante justice and schooled him rather well on the craft and techniques of killing and disposing of murderers who prey on the innocent. His killing, you see, is not random; he does not harm the innocent or the good and only kills the wicked and "deserving". What follows is a mosaic of emotions and contradictions for the viewer who does not know whether to loathe Dexter the bloody serial murderer who is extremely adept at killing and dismembering his victims or to praise him as an uber hero who exacts vengeance on the evil and the wretched in the name of justice for the innocent. And so we the viewers are often exposed to the moral ambiguities, the twisted altruism and the many ethical doubts of this hero/anti-hero with a rather messed up sense of civic duty and moral obligation.

Dexter's apartment is a great example of this character's great ambiguity. When you notice the interior of the dwelling, you will see order, neatness, cleanliness and a lot of soft pastel colors befitting the run-of-the mill, guy-next-door facade Dexter manages to convey. These telling details are always skillfully juxtaposed against the cold blooded butcher who chops up his victims amid a sea of carnage, gore and blood.

Wily, cunning, resourceful, and profoundly traumatized by a horror-movie childhood which included his witnessing his mother's bloody murder when he was a 3 year old child, Dexter embarks as a teenager on his personal crusade to mete out his (and Harry's) brand of justice on the morally-challenged denizens of Miami.

Dexter, more often than not, comes across his targets through the normal execution of his responsibilities as a lab technician. His modus operandi is swift, precise, calculated and cold. Very cold. The skillful stalking of his victims Ted Bundy would be proud of, the nefarious syringe filled with tranquilizer, the scalpel to cut the victim in the face to obtain the blood sample trophy he keeps, the shiny meat cleaver, the surgical saw, the "kill" jumpsuit, the table where he lays his duct taped victims, the plastic he covers the "kill" site with for easy cleaning and disposal, the ritual. The killing ritual.

Terrible in his wrath, Dexter waits. Killing them is not enough. So he patiently waits for his victims to wake up to the horror and the darkness he will inflict upon them in the kill room covered with plastic, decorated with images and mementos of the
people who were good and innocent and did not deserve to be killed. The images of his target's victims. The wicked and "deserving" have to know why they are being punished. Their terror at their impending demise the payment exacted for their misdeeds. An eye for an eye( a stab in the stomach, a knife to the heart, a chopped head). A tooth for a tooth.

My Ex Has Been Boned By Someone Other Than Me

It was inevitable. It had to happen at some point. I mean, she dated the guy for an entire year right?

I didn't force her to tell me. She didn't tell me in order to get some kind of jealous reaction out of me. It just. Happened.

Lynn: I need to get my jean hemmed, cause I've lost some weight
So@24: No way. You've lost weight? How is that possible?
Lynn: I'm off my birth control (cough)

Which kind of opened the doors to that discussion. I'll admit I had the ol' "sucker punch to the breadbasket feeling", but I had to find a way to go around that.

So I joked with her about it (which is what I do when shit gets too serious). And we switched subjects after admitting how awkward it was and that my body was sweating bullet for some reason. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, I guess.

It's a weird feeling so think about and I'm trying my best not to imagine my ex reverse cowgirling the shit out of this guy.

But I also know that I need to accept this if this is what it takes to really be "just friends" with someone. I need to grab this bull by the horns! I need to accept it and be "ok" with it. This is normal. Of course she was going to be with someone else eventually.

...

It didn't stop me from doing 4 sake bombs at lunch with coworkers though. And blogging drunk.

w00t!

The Downside of a Black Out Make Out

Well, we already know ONE of the reasons...

But try this new one on for size:

Mimi: I have to tell you about The Nurse this weekend.
So@24: Oh? Yes, how is "my woman" doing these days?
Mimi: God she's an idiot.
So@24: Goddammit. I knew it. I'm so ashamed.
Mimi: This Saturday takes the cake.
So@24: But I'm excited for this story... tell me, tell me!
Mimi: Nurse makes out with Kevin.
So@24: Kevin? Kevin? Why does that name sound familiar?
Mimi: I'll give you a moment to think about it.
So@24: Kevin. Kevin. No way. No. Way. Your little sister's friend!?
Mimi: He's in HIGH SCHOOL!
So@24: Oh GOD!
Mimi: I go up to her and I'm like, "Dude! He's 17!" and she's like "Serious? Realllllly?" in a stoner's voice. And then keeps making out with him! I just look at her blankly, turn around and shake my head in disgust.
So@24: This is humiliating. What was I thinking!?
Mimi: Who cares, you were blacked out. It happens man.
So@24: Guh.

I've certainly failed at my first "conquest" since being single. Maybe everyone has to go through something like this? Make out with someone you're completely ashamed about...

Come on, Single Gods, I've paid my dues. Please?

I Go To a Party. Alone.

My "friends" left me high and dry.

An hour before I was supposed to leave for the party on Saturday, a mini-battle was raging in my head.

"If I go alone, it's going to be extremely awkward. I'm not going to know anyone there."
"But it could have potential to be the greatest night of your life ever."

I decided that I had to do this. I was doing this for me. I was doing this for newly single guys everywhere who always depend on their loyal wingmen. This was a personal mission.

I must say it was a weird sensation, Leo and I to go to two different parties. It happens, rarely. He wished me luck, I told him to fist himself and we went our separate ways.

I was going to Lisa and Ann's joint birthday party, but on the drive down, I wondered if I need to bring something as a gift. I stopped by a liquor store and scanned the aisles for something appropriate. "Maybe a classy wine or... who the fuck am I kidding? It's Ann and Lisa." I grab the nearest fifth of whiskey on sale. It's the holidays and homeboy is on a budget. That'll do.

I parked the car in a quaint suburban neighborhood in the O.C. I'll admit, I was a little nervous so I pounded some sake, texted Jack and Leo "This is Red 5, I'm going in" and headed inside.

Like any gathering in which you don't know a single soul, it WAS a bit awkward. But then, I was sober... nothing a couple keg cups of beer couldn't handle. Ann and Lisa were both surprised (and I'll even go as far to say "delighted") to see me. They asked me where Jack and Leo were and I told a blatant lie.

"They both are at their company parties"
"They work in the same place?"
"Uh... sure."

Ann was well on her way to blacking out and it was only 10:00; she was already grinding on some dude to 50 Cent's "In Da Club". Lisa pulled out a tray of mini spinach quiches ("I baked them myself! I'd be a great wife! Who wants to marry me!?"). I must say, I was impressed and shocked. Until she dumped the entire tray on the table spilling the flaky pastries everywhere. Ahhh, that's more familiar.

After catching up with the girls, it was time to turn things up a notch. I then texted Leo and Jack, "Too close for missiles. Switching to whiskey."

I must say I was pretty proud of myself. I was charming, I was talkative, I was making people laugh, I was meeting new people. Everyone was extremely friendly. At one point, I was talking to two of their friends and we were debating on who was the more intoxicated birthday and in the middle of this discussion Ann literally walked right into a wall. She earned a few more tallies.

As for my quest for the almighty booty: unfruitful. A few reasons why:

• Again, I'm wearing the away team jersey... what can I do really?
  
• And although there were cute girls there and I was talking to them, I didn't get the vibe from any. I didn't really pursue that hard anyway. Meh.
  
• Or maybe I didn't get drunk enough.
• It wasn't quite a "sausage fest", but a lot of their friends are guys. Guys they met randomly (like me) at bars, football games, etc. I think that's Ann and Lisa's M.O.

But I laid the ground work for next time and I reached a social milestone.

How to Trick Your Friends

I was surprised to get a Facebook message from the UCLA hunnies when I turned on my computer this morning. I haven't seen either of them since that one night. And I've only exchanged a few drunk dials with Lisa from time to time.

The message (most likely a group message) was reminder that Lisa and Ann's joint birthday party is this Saturday night.

Under normal circumstances, I would toss this into my electronic trash bin. But these girls can drink (a lot) and thus my newly trained bachelor brain's neurons starts firing, "Joint birthday? Two girls? Two of the biggest lushes I know who also happen to have vaginas? That means lots of BOOZE. That must mean LOTS of girls AND booze will be there!"

It sounds perfect, doesn't it? It sounds like something any single guy would be chomping at the bit for, right? Alas. Here is where my dilemma comes into play.

There is no way I can show up to this party solo. I've run into this problem before; I don't know them THAT well enough. It's too awkward to do that. I need my friends Leo and Jack there.

Unfortunately, Leo and Jack would rather douse themselves in kerosene, light a match, and play their ribs like a xylophone than hang out with those two again. Remember, they were quite the handful when blacked out.

But I really want to go. This party has so much potential, I almost want to weep with joy. They're calling it "A December Not to Remember" for crying out loud! If these party guests drink as much as their hosts, it can almost be assured that they'll drink until I'm attractive.

How do I show these two jokers the light? How can I get them to see the bigger picture?

Ah, L'Amour

I've posted a cartoon once before. But enjoy another one of my favorites.

Grown Ups Pt. 2

So@24: See what I'm saying? What if I don't budge on that principal that I strongly believe in: being friends with you. It's extremely important to me (you already know that)
Lynn: oooooh
So@24: So would I be making the same mistake as I did with you?
Lynn: well I dunno
So@24: See the irony there?
Lynn: you would go into it telling them how you feel about it, and that you would show her that she has nothing to worry, but you'd still consider her feelings at all times
future is more important than past though, So@24.
So@24: Yeah. It's just sad.
Lynn: it's tough
So@24: I should be able to be friends with you. You were too important for too long
Lynn: but I enjoy being able to call the shots about that now too
like "you have to trust me that I am going to be friends with my exs and it's not a big deal" and "I'm just telling you now that it's imporant to me"
So@24: I'm glad you have that mindset now
Lynn: looking back it was good to cut things off, but there was always that pressure that someday I knew I'd want to talk to you, and there'd be a problem
So@24: Right right. Exactly

Lynn: I've learned a lot from both of you... what I do and don't want in a relationship
So@24: What do you think I need?
Lynn: I already told you! Blond, large breasts, like video games!
Really though: fun loving, easy going, likes to have fun/go out, silly, not too emotional, gets your humor, have a good sense of humor herself...
So@24: Right. It's going to be a tough one to find.
Lynn: somewhat spontaneous, but lazy too, a nurturer since you are kinda a baby.
So@24: What!? How!?
Lynn: You can't even buy you own plane tickets and you can't drive through traffic!
So@24: Damn.

So@24: Well that was a nice heavy discussion we got into, eh?
Lynn: hahaha relationships and feelings
So@24: It's probably good for me! Gotta get used to that sometime!
Lynn: yep!
So@24: But dont apologize about admitting that you cared about your ex. It's comforting to me that someday I'll be able to feel that for someone else and it just wasn't "you". If that makes sense.
Lynn: yeah I understand. It's possible
So@24: It sometimes hard to believe that
Lynn: but never expect relationships to be the same. I kind of made that mistake. I expected us to have the same sense of humor, same jokes, same interests...
So@24: Yeah, I'm going to need to you to tell me what to expect for next time
Lynn: Just everyone is different, and therefore every relationship is different
So@24: You'll probably have to be my point man for advice on what it's like to start new!
Lynn: hopefully...... okaaaaaay mister. Time for me to eat and take a break from the computer!
So@24: Okay
Lynn: and you get off work soon
So@24: Nice chat. We're "mature"
Lynn: good talking to you :) have a good night
So@24: You too
Lynn: we are, grown ups!
So@24: Who would have thought we could do it?
Lynn: I did :)

Setting the Record Straight

Friday night, Leo and I had a small gathering at our house before heading out to the bars.

The scene: a few of the usuals are sitting around our dining room, sipping on beers discussing our Friday and figuring out what we should do for that evening. Leo gets out of his seat and begins to clean up the communal area (picking up old Newsweeks, throwing away empty Netflix envelopes, blowing the dust out of discarded shot glasses aka cleaning them, etc.).

So as we're laughing and sharing stories, I can hear Leo's voice cut through the chatter

"What the fuck is this?"

Oh shit.

I'm mid-sip and completely freeze. The rest of the table looks over at Leo.

In his left hand is an open box, in his right hand is a piece of blue wrapping paper.

So@24: Oh that. I-I-I... it's nothing.
Leo: We'll talk about this later, bitch.

It really ISN'T a big deal, but I knew Leo & co. would make it one. Lynn had just sent me a package with some cds in it of new songs/bands she found over the past year. Tossed in some Pixie Stix and a couple sticks of Fruit Stripe gum. And a card with a turtle on it congratulating me on my new gig.

I know it looks bad from the outside and I wish I could record the conversations we have so I can show that it's strictly on a friendship level. She's applied to grad schools in Seattle and will say things like, "With my next boyfriend, I need to..." Doesn't sound like the kind of things a girl would say to someone she's interested in dating. Just friends, I promise.

Later on in the evening, one of my friends Jamie (who is makes up "Couple 1" of the worst couples I've ever encountered on my short 24 years on this Earth) is mentioning another shitty couple might get back together.

Backstory. This couple in question has broken up and gotten back together about 9 times, I'd be surprised if they weren't in double digits. Even when they first starting sleeping together, hanging out together, dining together, going on dates together, etc... the guy wouldn't even admit they were a couple. He'd even insist to the girl that they were both single. Girl can't get over him. He comes crawling back when he wants more sex, cycle starts over again. Shitty couple.

So. Jamie is telling us that this girl is getting back together with this boy for the umpteenth time. I mention that it's ridiculous that they are doing this entire dance over again.

She chimes in with an oh-so-condescending tone, "I wouldn't judge. Look at you. You're still getting packages from your ex."

My face instantly turns hot. I'm livid. "Don't you dare compare my relationship with them. In fact, don't even compare me with YOUR relationship."

There's an uncomfortable moment in the living room and Jack quickly steps in to break the ice. He pours Smirnoff vodka into two shot glasses and sets them in the middle of the table.

Jack: Alrighty! Next person to mention the package has to take a shot. Those are the rules for the rest of the night.

I let it go, but I'm the type who has a hard time letting such an insulting statement slide like that. I'll most likely have a nice chit-chat with Jamie when we're not in a social environment.

The rest of the night I kept thinking about how interesting it is that I'm still protective of that relationship. It's been over for a year, yes. But the intensity of how pissed I got at such an insensitive and completely ignorant statement kind of surprised me.

It makes me wonder if anyone else gets on the defensive when someone verbally bashes on an old relationship.

My Blog = An SNL Sketch

Jack mentioned the other day that my blog reminded him of "that one Adam Sandler sketch where he has a talk show dedicated to his ex-girlfriend". I knew exactly which one he was referring to and started cracking up.

Is that really the impression I give off with my writing?? That's really sad. Damn!

What are you gonna do? But the sketch is pretty fucking hilarious, so check it:




And to Jack...

Thanks, dick.

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Fireside Friday

Good morning, my little babies!

It looks like I have my work cut out for me today. Thanks to everyone who participated in "Fireside Chats with Your Boy". I had questions ranging from all over the spectrum. Some of the questions I received actually require an entire entry on its own; so if you don't see it answered here... keep an eye out for it in the future.

I also have a guest editor. You all know him as my suave, devil-may-care, roommate Leo. Go ahead and say a few words, Big Guy:

Hello all,

I don't think my roommate realized the size and devotion of his readership when he opened the floor to questions. As such, he's currently pounding away at the keyboard trying to answer them all... I've offered to answer the ones that don't pertain to him personally.

...I feel a bit like a PR spokesperson.

-taps mic on podium, tightens tie, clears throat- "Ok ladies and gentlemen, let's begin."

Thanks and try not to upstage me, motherfucker. And as I always say, "enough pussyfooting". Let's get this show on the road.

Diarrhea of the Mouth asks:

1--mushroom head or a helmet head?

So@24: I actually blanched while reading some of these. And I highly doubt that people are actually interested if I'm circumsized or not. But I said you could ask ANYthing so...

There's definitely is a part of me that is more Jewish than most other parts on my body.

2--shaved or trimmed?

So@24: You gotta manage the field if you wanna play ball. Not scorch it.

3--how big? i heard asian men have small penises is it true?

So@24: I don't know exact measurements (do guys actually do this? I'm curious on the stats of how many do). But I never heard any complaints from the ex, so I'll take that as a good sign. Either that or she wanted to spare my feelings. However, there was that time I went to a gay bar and one of the patrons told me "I had a pretty big dick for an asian." I don't know whether to be insulted or to feel like a champion.

4--fake boobs or real boobs

So@24: I have no frame of reference since I've never "experienced" fake breasts. People would always prefer real anyway, right?

5--what is too fat for a girl

So@24: I've been told I'm not extremely picky when it comes to this. I'd rather have a thicker girl than one who looks like the bad guy at the end of Last Crusade.

6--why does tofu goes with everything?

So@24: Does it? I'll disagree with that.

7--do men like adult toys?

So@24: Again, no frame of reference. Ex and I never dabbled. I'm sure you can ask my roomie though.

Leo: -raises eyebrow-

"The hottest thing a guy can experience... the most exciting, sexiest, holy-hell-my-balls-are-going-to-melt feeling... is making a girl orgasm. So along those lines, yes, we love them. On you."

8--weirdest place you ever masturbated

So@24: I'll save the masturbation post for another time. But it will be answered, don't worry. Leo's been begging me to write about it for awhile now.

9--how much money would you take to sleep with a really hot gay guy and no one ever found out?

So@24: I honestly don't think any amount of money could make me. I'm not a homophob by any means, but it's definitely not my thing. I'd have to live with that for the rest of my life.

10--what is the ancient Chinese secret?

So@24: Calgon. Duh. (points so whoever gets this reference!)

NYC Ponderings Chick asks:

I would like to know more about living on the west coast, what do west coast people do, what kinds of food do they eat..does the toilet flush in a different direction?

Me: The problem with comparing the two is that I haven't been over the East coast a lot. I went to New York once when I was a sophomore and I barely remember it. I guess I'd need for you to tell me what you THINK we do and I'll try and dispel or confirm any stereotypes.

But your toilet theory intrigues me...

Leo: It's prettier, the food's better, the weed's better, the people are nicer (and hotter) we're more liberal, and the weather's great.

Tiff asks:

What's your idea of a perfect night out? Perfect night in? Turn offs? Turn ons?

And hey, whatever happened to that crazy cocktease girl, Janice?

So@24: Trying to think of the perfect night out is really difficult for me to answer, because I haven't been on a real date since... Lynn, which puts me about 7 years ago? And when I was during the "courting" stages with her, we did the usual "dinner and a movie". But my first date with her was carving pumpkins at her house and then taking her to a high school football game. So, I guess I don't know what the perfect night out is.

Perfect night in. This one is a little easier, but again I only have my experience with Lynn to play off of. I like to order in, so that's an absolute must. Some of my favorite nights were getting food-to-go, coming back and watching back to back episodes of whatever show we were into at the time. We'd stay up until 2 or 3 some nights watching entire seasons of Sopranos, Family Guy, or Arrested Development. I often wonder if other girls out there have that kind of endurance!

Turn offs: shitty MySpace pages, girls who know they're hot and act like it, any girl who openly discusses bodily functions (I'm not being a hypocrite, I hate that stuff too), terrible taste in music, Republicans, not college educated

Turns ons: girls who can karaoke, girls who are straight up and can fight the double standard about "men have to be the ones who approach women", blatant flirts (but only with me), who can quote hilarious movies, who can eat a chili cheese burger and not comment once on how it effects her weight, I think it's cute when girls cry (it's weird, I know), girls that laugh at my jokes.

Janice. Oh man. She actually moved out of Los Angeles and back home last weekend! I saw her for about 2 mins. at her going away party last weekend, but it wasn't significant to talk about. We stopped communicating after awhile, so she kind of just disappeared from the radar. Whew!

Dr. Ken (aka The Gancer) asks:

Tell us what your ideal woman would be like.

So@24: 1. She can drink. And not just wine or Kettle One. I'm sorry, but that's what's appealing to me right now. I don't want some girl whose in super-ultra adult mode. 9-5. In bed by 10 on weekends.
2. Likes to stay up late, sleep in and takes frequent naps. Sleeping in is like 12:00 or 1, not 10:30.
3. Who appreciates the old Nickelodeon shows. Salute Your Shorts, The Adventures of Pete & Pete, Are You Afraid of the Dark, etc. Who can recite the theme songs.
4. She can shotgun a beer.
6. Doesn't get shy and will belt out "Say It Ain't So" or "Tiny Dancer" at any given moment.
7. And as my boy Rivers Cuomo puts its, "I want a girl who laughs for no one else." (lots o' Weezer references)
8. I love humor. I've read studies that guys are not attracted to "funny" girls. But I consider it a girl's most attractive quality (if she has it!).
9. Leo may have put it best: a fantastically beautiful girl, not sexy, just one that when you look at you can't help but smile. Radiant. Imagine her humming Ben Fold's "The Luckiest" as she cooks breakfast in a ratty t-shirt and a pair of your soccer shorts. Imagine her waking you up by kissing your closed eyes.


To Kiss The Cook asks:

1. If becoming friends with Lynn's current guy was an option, would you do it? If so, what would be the motivation?

So@24: I don't think so. Even if we were complete strangers without the "I started dating your girlfriend 2 weeks after you broke up" stigma attached, from what little I know about him, we wouldn't get along. He's the oil to my water, Monkees to my Beatles, the Nickelback to my good music. Opposites in almost every way. And he had a mean jealous streak, so I don't think he'd be open to that option. And he'll always be the guy who dipped his dirty mitts in my girlfriend's honey pot.

2. Will it be easier or harder to get over her if you talk more often?

So@24: That's a hard one to ask, because I honestly don't know. I can only go with what I feel right now, because that's all I have to go off of. I've never done a breakup like this before. All I can say is that I'm really happy that I'm rebuilding that friendship (although we both know it's a fragile situation so we're taking it slow) and I'm not finding myself struggling to get over her, pining like I was months ago. We'll just have to see how it goes.

3. Are you to a point of wanting to get over it? Not forget it, but change the way you think of her.

So@24: I'm going to take this questions like a "would you get back together with her", because that's essentially what it addresses (right?). Because why would I not want to get over her if I didn't want to get back together with her. People ask me this all the time and again, I can't say for sure. One thing I've learned from the whole thing is that you really can't predict what's going to happen to you... no matter how sure you are. To say "I'd never get back together with her" is a strong statement that might change in time. I don't think we would, but who can really say for sure? Right now, I am satisfied talking with her and joking around like we used to. I'm not angry or depressed about not getting more from it.

TheNextFish asks:

Do you think you could ever be happy 'just' being friends with the ex?

So@24: Again, I can't say for sure. Right now, I am happy just being friends and I can't ask for anything more from her or from me at this time. I certainly hope that's the case.

Elyce the Portuguese asks:

Starting over at 24 I imagine is no easy task. What was the hardest part of breaking up with Lynn, personally? (as far as, "establishing an identity that did not include 'boyfriend of Lynn'") Do you ever feel spiteful towards her now that you realize you're 24 and you're just beginning to date?

So@24: I've addressed this in the past, but I'd be lying if I didn't have a tinge of animosity about all of this happening when I was already out of college. I was with her all throughout college, which is your prime "dating years", I feel. Although I was extremely social (I went out to sorority dances and parties and had tons of girl friends), I never went on dates or anything. So it definitely stung a bit that as soon as she transferred from community college to a large university, she broke up with me for the first guy she met.

College is where you meet a lot of new people. You're thrown into situations where it forces you to. I've learned that now, it's much more difficult to meet new people. It's been extremely difficult to learn how to "re-date" at 24 years old when you're in such a comfort zone for six years.

Ubermouth asks:

If you were a girl for a day (and night) what would be the priority things that you would like to do?

So@24: Stand in front of the mirror naked all day playing with my boobs and giving myself the three knuckle shuffle. Duh. It's what every guy would do.

Drunken Chud asks:

How the fuck do you stay in a 6 year relationship? My longest is 8 months. I get bored too easily. How do you combat the boredom?

So@24: I can't begin to count how many times I've had to pick people's jaws off the floor when I tell them how long we dated. We dated longer than most marriages in the US, I feel.

I can honestly say I never got bored with her, even after that long. Every couple has their squabbles, but her and I never fought that often. We didn't have to make a lot of sacrifices, because we both were very in sync with what we liked to do. Liked the same music, movies, activities, food. She always cracked me up and I could always get a smile from her. As soon as you find all that, you're golden.

Hmmm. Well, maybe not golden. I guess we're not together anymore, so uh... take that with a grain of salt.

Laughing Through My Chardonnay asks:

SO@24 do you even know what type of girl you like? Besides one with giant sweater cows that is.

So@24: Dammit. You know me too well. I'm a motarboatin' son of a bitch, what can I say?

Charming Hedonist asks:

1. Exactly what the hell do you do in the entertainment industry?

Leo: Excellent question Char-char. While I'm not entitled to discuss specifics at this time, I can tell you that currently he's employed as an Executive Assistant (or EA as they say in the biz) at a company that manages comics, comedy clubs, and produces some comedy shows, including several "Comedy Central Presents".

It sounds cool, but in truth it's not. Read the passage where Dante passes through the 7th ring of hell--that's it. Luckily he leaves for much greener pastures on January 2nd.

2. Which celeb do you most want to sleep with and why?

So@24: Katherine Heigel please! Physically, she fits everything that make my penis suffer from rigor mortis. Cute girl next door face (I like round cheeks), blond, ample bosom. I fell in love with her in Knocked Up.

I mean, come on.

3. Do you secretly enjoy the Britney Spears downward spiral? (Because I do, and I think I'm going to spend a little time in hell for it so it'd be nice to know I'll have company)

So@24: I have faith in Britney. I plan on being her shoulder to cry on when the rest of the world has turned their back on her. And then I'll slowly gain her trust. I'll get her back into shape like the coach on Rocky. Grow her shit out. And then she'll be hot again. Remember her first album cover!? Holy hell! She's just going nuts because she hasn't had anyone service her in awhile. That's where I come into play. And when everyone wants her back again, she'll remember the one who had faith the entire time.

4. What's the craziest thing an LAer has ever said to you? (I'm from a small town, I've never been to LA but I've heard things.)

So@24: Again, I think I have to reference my gay bar adventure.

Leo: Frankly people in LA are just as batshit crazy as they are in other cities of similar size, such as NY. I'd venture to say that on the whole LAers are nicer than NYers, but more self-absorbed. Basically what I'm trying to say is West Coast > East Coast. What what, biotches...

-flashes Wes-siee gang sign-

5. And, the other question that all of your female bloggers are dying to know -- how on earth are you still single? Are you a dick in real life? Too picky? Have a unibrow? Or a third arm? What's the deal? My friend, Girl in a Guy's World and I ask this question every time we read your blog.

So@24: I don't think I'm a dick and I don't think people would describe me as one. I have a lot of friends and a lot of friends who are members of the opposite sex, so I don't think that's the problem. I'm a pretty sociable guy.

I've been told I'm extremely picky and I've actually been told once, "You can't expect the next girl you date to be as pretty as Lynn". That was extremely encouraging to say the least.

I don't think I'm unattractive, but I'm self conscious about my height and the fact that I'm half asian. It's a rough world out there for our types. And more often than not, girls always say they prefer dating taller men.

So as for why I'm single? I'm not quite sure. I guess I haven't found anyone "that girl" yet and it doesn't help that it's extremely hard to meet people.

But that's the whole fun of this blog, right?


Brianiac Chick asks:

If you had to give every woman in this world one piece of advice about dealing with men, what would it be?

So@24: Damn this is a hard one! I feel like all the pressure is on me to do this right for the sake of an entire gender.

Leo: But it varies greatly from guy to guy, but on the whole... be honest, be open and please for the love of Christ give "emotion" a time out and let "logic" and "reason" get some fucking playing time.

Also, be comfortable naked. We love you naked.

Katelin asks:

What's the craziest thing to happen to you in LA so far?

Leo: Well, your definition of 'crazy' is a bit ambiguous, but I'll tell you about the craziest "LA" night we ever had. It involved a red carpet, paparazzi, being 'on the list', ravaging the free poolside bar, ordering a drink next to Paris Hilton, literally rubbing elbows with Lindsay Lohan, staring at Ali Larter and watching Kirsten Dunst get hit on. Now, this sounds cool, but in all truth it really isn't our scene. The night was more of a sociology expose into the inner sanctum of the Hollywood upper crust. Verdict--Not so cool.

Steph asks:

Y-fronts/briefs/boxers?

So@24: Definitely a boxers guy. But I've often thought of going to Y fronts because every 1 in 5 boxers you own is what I refer to as a "phoenix boxer" phenomenon. It's when the stitching is all wrong and the front flap doesn't quite do it's job of keeping all your bits and pieces inside. Makes for awkward situations of trying to cram that bad boy back in at inopportune moments

What is the best smell in the world?

So@24: Abercrombie 8 (for women, of course).

Dancefloor or bar?

So@24: I don't hit the dance floor unless I'm absolutely shit faced and/or blacked out. But when I do, it's magic. I'd much prefer a pub.

Favorite female body part?

So@24: It's not strictly a female body part, but I always like the back of girls' arms. It's extremely bizarre, but it's one of the softest parts! Try it!

...

Where are you going? Please come back...

BottleBlonde asks:

Am I not the hottest chick you've ever seen?

So@24: I really haven't seen you. But your pixelated fun bags look pretty dope in that one picture. You're as cute as a button.

What is it about me that turns you on?

So@24: I'm running out of nicknames for your chest-lovelies.

What are you buying me for Kwanzaa?

So@24: Oh shit. I... um... you see, honey... the thing is... "I love you"?

Do you think this potato sack makes me look fat?

So@24: Well no, not if you... put this around... no wait, what if we cut this part? No. Wrap this here.

Okay yes it does. It's a fucking potato sack, Blondey.

TrixieFireCracker asks:

1. what is considered "too fat" for a girl?

So@24: I love that this question came up twice!

2. How much does looks really matter? (honestly)

Me: Looks are extremely important, in that it gets things started. You have to be physically attracted to someone before anything can happen. Why would you even begin to investigate someone if you didn't find them physically attractive in the first place? I think you're lying to you think looks aren't an important factor.

However, it doesn't mean that it's the be-all-end-all. There are plenty of attractive girls whose personalities are completely repulsive. Once I've determined this, I move on elsewhere. You gotta have both. Yin and yang, my friends.

3. How's the being-friends-with-your-ex coming along? I tried my hand at that, and it ended so horribly it wasn't even funny.

So@24: So far, so good. We don't overload or talk every day. We're open and honest about how we feel about the whole process. The whole thing is one of the most mature things I've ever done. I hope it stays the course. I'll probably blog about this very topic later on as it progresses.

GiveEmHellHarry asks:

Don't you owe me a tagging post?

So@24: I had to pass on this one. My computer with all my songs on it is from 1997 and freezes if more than one application is open at a time (e.g. the hamster gets tired running on his wheel).

You wouldn't want me to participate anyway. It's a bunch of embarrassing punk music from the early 2000's, ABBA, and Hall & Oates.

Sequined asks:

Why leave Seattle, or any other city for that matter, for LA?

Leo: "Well... 'tis true. LA isn't exactly the top of the Cool City list. But... the truth is, it's the beating heart of the industry in which both SO@24 and myself want to make our careers. Other than that, the weather is really sweet. It was 80 degrees yesterday.

So@24: I love, love, love Seattle. I want to go back one of these days. That's probably the place where I will set my roots down the line. But, I needed to give "the industry" a shot while I'm young and can make those mistakes. Gotta live where the action is if you want a chance at all!

Lisa asks:

You know what i love? GRAPHS. Graph different emotions on the y axis, and time on the x axis. THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!


* Leo's art

La Ebria asks:

Post about how you think you and your current life would be different if you hadn't dated Lynn for 6 years. What if you had been single during college?

Basically, what do you think so@24's doppelganger is like?

So@24: This is a great, great question that I think will require an entire post on it's own.

To Kiss the Cook asks:

As a member of the entertainment industry, have you ever seen a break-up/loss on film that you really empathized with?

So@24: Another great one I'll think I'll save for another time.

* * *

I hope that was enlightening, grasshoppers. It was fun. Perhaps we'll play again sometime. Again, if I didn't get to it this time, it's because the question was so HUGE that a seperate entry will be dedicated to it.

Now go out and get drunk this weekend. Here's hoping for some awkward experiences!

Taking a shot,
So@24 & Leo

Fireside Chats with Your Boy

I'm in a bit of a blogging drought.

No hilarious anecdotes of the single life. No profound thoughts. No humiliating dates. No dramatic interactions with the ex.

So what's this blogger supposed to do?

Reach out to his loyal readers (er... reader?).

Ever have a burning question you've been dying to ask me? Feel like I haven't ripped out my guts and exposed my innards to you guys enough? Have I not touched on a subject that you think I should have?

Now's your chance! Ask me anything you want or give me a prompt to write about and I'll do it for my Friday posting*. All I ask is that you try and keep it within the theme of this blog.

Email: startingoverat24@gmail.com

Have fun!
So@24


*If I find my mailbox empty, I may spend my Friday in the fetal position, weeping. Humor me.

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From Overseas

One of my good friends from college is a medic over in Afghanistan. I haven't heard from her in months and this afternoon she dropped me a MySpace message. It actually laughed out loud while reading it at my desk:

"You have no idea how many hand jobs and other shameful acts that needn't be mentioned it took to get onto MySpace in this Godforsaken country, but now that I'm on: HI!!!

Other than fighting off the shakes, I'm doing as well as a forcefully extended bitter bitch of a "soldier" can be. Just curious to hear how you're doing, so hit me back. I miss you and cant wait to see you again!!!!

Email me, So@24 and tell me of your jaundice adventures in shrugging that addiction to abstinence... "

Come back safe, my friend. And I will share with you the stories from my blog over a bottle of Jack Daniels like we used to in the good ol' days.

If she only knew...

Thank You, Nintendo DS!

You've really pulled me out of some awkward situations and have never let me down.

I'll never forget the nights when I come stumbling home from yet another house party or night at the bars. The front door bursts open and the light from the street lamps pour into the pitch black living room. Leo in the middle with his arms around us: I'm on one side, some broad is on the other. We're all cackling like drunken idiots at some joke that if we were sober, wouldn't even crack a smile on our faces.

Leo and girl quickly retreat to his bedroom and close the door. Fighting the spins, I tumble into my own bed. I hope that I'm drunk enough to sleep through anything, but then the sound that no one wants to hear comes creeping through my paper-thin walls.

My eyes shoot open. The visual images of my childhood chum pounding home syncs a little too well with the audible noises erupting only a few feet away from where I lay my head every night.

But you've been there. Sitting patiently, loyally. I've been in this situation numerous times and it is when I turn to you most. Like a beautiful rehearsed ballet, I roll over and grab you from under my bed. I flip on your switch and crank your volume notch to "Max".

Your midi music drowns out the moans, the groans and the heavy breathing. You distract my overly-imaginative brain. You're dependable, you're consistent, you're a true pal.

Thank you Nintendo DS! Thank you!

XOXO,
So@24

I Judge You Off Your MySpace

It was inevitable. Saturday morning, The Nurse added me on MySpace.

Remember, I haven't seen this girl without a large about of liquor sloshing around in my belly. If we DID talk, I don't remember anything I said. Anything she said. I don't even really remember what she looks like... I've never seen her in natural light, the most I've seen is under the dark haze of bar lighting.

She might as well be a complete stranger. Ahhhh, the beauty of the serious black out.

I was interested to see what she looked like and, let's be honest, judge the shit out of her based on her MySpace page.

-sigh-

Let's begin:

Pictures: She's not something out of Lord of the Rings (Thank God), but she isn't stunning. I definitely wouldn't have done anything with her if I wasn't intoxicated. I've been told I'm picky. Definitely not anything to write home about. If I were to judge her on the ol' 1 - 10 scale, she'd be a 5.5.

The worst part is... she does "MySpace pictures". You know what I'm talking about. Standing in front of the mirror, looking slightly away from the camera going for that mysterious/pensive look. She has an entire album dedicated to it. Fuck me.

General Layout: Her display name is something like, Sunshinebabysparkles84. Her page takes about 20 years to load because she has so much sparkly pictures that says shit like, "Feel safe at night, sleep with a nurse" and "Fuck the system" it makes me want to castrate myself. She has a part that says "Your Exotic Dancer Name Is". Who does that!?

And she has tons of "punky" pictures of skulls. I think skulls died out with black light capability posters, 8 balls, alien heads, and peace symbols.

Her "About Me": It starts off like a 12 year old's essay "So you wanna know about me huh!?!?!?!?!" I'll spare you the rest. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Music: She gets points for having Flogging Molly as her song.


-dusts hands-

There you have it. Am I an asshole for being so harsh? Perhaps. Am I completely lame for judging this girl based solely off my experience visiting her MySpace? Probably, but at least I can accept that.

I don't think there will be a second rendezvous during the Christmas break.

Grown Ups

So@24: I think it's good that we can openly talk about this stuff now. We're kind of learning how to go through it together.
Lynn: I want to do this as a "team" instead of me running the show. I didn't like controlling when we talked and being the one to make the decisions. So being able to talk you about it all and how I'm feeling helps. As long as you're with me and we can make these kinds of decisions together.
So@24: I completely agree. I wonder how many ex-couples openly discuss this stuff and really work through it together on rebuilding a friend ship. I really like that we can do that... I think it says a lot about you, a lot about me, and a lot about both of our characters
Lynn: Very true.
So@24: I'm happy. I think we can do this.
Lynn: Me too.






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