When I got off of BART I found that someone bent my car antennae. I wondered if karma exists. Not for retribution, but for calculating what cumulative sins might equal one bent car antennae. And, while staring at my vandalized car, I felt the need to apologize to someone, but there was no one around.
Part of my travel to San Francisco is spent squished between elderly Chinese on their way to China Town on bus 30. I find it strangely endearing. I commute 3 hours a day to and from my internship at www.pokersavvy.com. I always feel the need to explain myself, but not right now
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Greg, Mike, Paul, and I lay in the grass staring up at the night sky, holding hands, reminiscing about my short stay with them in the UCD improv troupe. I turned to Mike
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There has not been a romantic element in any movie or series that has touched me like in the show “The Office”. The relationship between Jim and Pam makes me pine for love.