I hated valentines day with a passion. I was the greasy haired, too-large-for-face aviator frame glasses, chubby cheeked, awkward, no-sense of fashion high school girl. I typically crushed from several miles away or crushed on the unobtainable. I had little to nothing going for me until puberty hit and I grew boobs. Boobs, however, did not help [...]
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Awoken early this morning with the sound of an eighteen pound cat attempting to climb onto our head board, Shawn and I murmured about the retard level of our cats. The conversation quickly turned to the age old: Me: “She’s your daughter. You picked her.” Shawn: “No I didn’t. She picked me.” (two second pause) Shawn: “I just gave [...]
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11. February 2008
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