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Sexual Harassment... / Flirting... feels bad / feels good ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure I have put my life on cruise control. When I stop to think about all the unreturned phone calls and e-mails, and the reasons for my inaction, I realize that there is some subconscious line of reasoning that goes something like this: "Well, when I am up in Richmond/living with Taylor/at my next job/out of this house, I can do it ( Read more... )

my house is shaking ( Read more... )

1. i am moving to richmond to try my luck and find new adventures with my favorite, taylor. i am on the prowl for jobs and cool organizations that are connected with hispanic populations and public health. if you can help me out, i am sure i can find a way to repay you, even if it's just a floor to crash on in my new richmond place, whenever we ( Read more... )

happy birthday, taylor. i love you and i am sorry.

you didn't go to work today ( Read more... )

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nothing good in my life has ever come to pass without an honest attempt to fight it off. some examples:

in the fall of my freshman year, after many late evenings of walking the pock-marked Fredericksburg streets with matt, when i thought just maybe i might like him like him, i wrote a poem called "Stupid Boy". it encapsulated all the vehemence ( Read more... )

an impromptu list of things i like about my current day-to-day ( Read more... )