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Conflict of Interest Pt 1: The Lawnmower Man
What is it about me that just sets Hispanic men off? So far it is clear that we just cannot be friends or be strictly platonic. Is it me?
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Parking? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Parking!
Thanks to some idiot planner, the contractor chosen for the college’s parking lot project, chose this lowest bid which resulted in this major project to take place during the first week(s?) of Fall classes. As a result, parking and driving on campus has become an exercise in futility. What the fuck were they thinking? The signs for an epic failure were all there if anybody bothered to look.
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This Krusty Wants Out
There’s times when I wish I had a button for the Omega-13. If I could only go back thirteen seconds to change my mind and take the other road… today I got stuck in traffic for fifteen minutes and let me just tell you, I wanted none of it.
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Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
I should have written the point paper. I was going to write a paper. I talked about doing this at length with my best friend over the phone. The intention was so I could say my piece to my brother without interruption or tangents. More specifically so I could keep a cool head about me. In the end I made a mistake and capitalized on an opportunity to have a dialogue with my brother about the current difficulties we have been experiencing since we decided be roommates. I should have saved my breath.
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Unpacking the Feels
Friends often mean well. Especially when they call to find out how your move is progressing. So why did I react so badly to a friend who called and asked “So are you finished unpacking yet?” Seriously? What the heck is that supposed to mean? And so what if I am not? Maybe I am overacting? And maybe I dealing with feelings that have arisen as a result of this move…
