October 28, 2009
His jeans were starched and the most vivid shade of indigo I’d ever seen. His hair as white as the driven snow. His hands shook ever so slightly as he fumbled with his wallet.
I don’t get emotionally attached to many people. When I do, it’s intense.
On the matte, black conveyor belt that stood [...]
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September 14, 2009
For your voyeuristic pleasure, a recent marital conversation.
Me: If anything ever happens to me I changed some of our passwords to [xyz].
The Huz: If you die I’ll just have [IT Guy Friend] hack the accounts I need.
Me: Who said I was dying? I said if anything ever happens to me. Like I [...]
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