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Blacking Out the Friction: These Days
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Blacking Out the Friction. March 15, 2007. I have not posted in a while because I have nothing to post. No dates, no crushes, no funny e-mails from idiots. I think this dating blog might just fizzle out before I ever truly get it started. Last week I met one of my heroes and got some great advice about getting my dream job, which sent me into a career-motivated spiral. Happen, I'll gladly share. My favorite song this week is These Days by Mates of State (I think it might be a cover? Sol liand youllattee ...
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Blacking Out the Friction: April 2007
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Blacking Out the Friction. April 14, 2007. No News is Probably Good News. Between work and school, I haven't had time for male-related. well, anything. Except that creepy old bald guy who came in to the restaurant I work at with his friend after a jog, in sweaty jogging shorts, with sweat pooring out of his bald little head. Ick. Look, I love a good run/workout as much as anyone, but hit the showers,. The bistros. In that order. Seriously. Since FF sent a text message. Along with his infamous email.
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Blacking Out the Friction: Spring Break Brokenhearted
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Blacking Out the Friction. March 30, 2007. So yesterday, after blowing him off time and time again, I finally hung out with Friend's Friend. Again Hey, it's Spring Break! We were just going to drink beer and play games. Like, you know, Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit. I wasn't even sure if was a date, since I hadn't actually seen him in months and it didn't have a "date"-like feel. Man, I have no idea what gets into my head to make me think those kinds of things. I liked you," he said. It's all pretty fuzzy...
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The State I Am In: March 2008
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The State I Am In. Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the District. Friday, March 14, 2008. The old blog is dead. Long live the new blog. Http:/ thisboyisexhausted.tumblr.com/. Posted by Jeff at 4:13 PM. I'm just a boy from Chicago trying to find himself while living in the Nation's Capital. Also, I am the secret love child of Mark Cohen and Rob Gordon. View my complete profile. The Wonderful World of Starr. Contrary to Popular Belief. The old blog is dead. The Border is now out of bounds.
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R.I.P. Sean Taylor | The Roaring Mouse
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From the Mundane to the Surreal. Romney and Religion →. December 11, 2007. It started out like any other Monday. I rolled into work, checked my emails, munched on a bagel, planned out my work for the day. Sometime around 10 AM I nonchalantly clicked over to the Yahoo! Sadly, that would be the case. My radio alarm clock went off at 5 am on Tuesday morning, and as I usually do, I lay in bed drifting out of sleep. At 5:24, the announcement came. Why was I so shell-shocked over this death? The angles were en...
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Thanksgiving | The Roaring Mouse
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From the Mundane to the Surreal. December 7, 2007. Speaking of the CFA, if I never have to go back to the Dulles Expo Center. 8221; As the man pointed out, having a wife and kid are the greatest responsibilities one can have in life. I found myself agreeing with his comments, although his reasons for getting married or even having a kid are precisely those that turn people off to the prospect as well, I suppose…. On the bottom floor was an even more interesting exhibit on William Steig. All well deserved...
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Blacking Out the Friction: January 2007
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Blacking Out the Friction. January 28, 2007. Congratulations, Universe. You win. The only you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.". A guy in my class likes me but it is not Virigina. Tech has been tugging my pigtails in class like a fifth grader. Today he tried to flirt via text message which was bad timing on his part. Late last night, he accidental. Me a line about "you're too drunk to drive - call me when you're done and I'll pick you up." Obviously. I should say, he only.
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Blacking Out the Friction: something's got to break you down
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Blacking Out the Friction. February 21, 2007. Something's got to break you down. I have a crush. I've only met him twice, so as far as I know he could be married or have a girlfriend or even be gay (my gaydar sucks) or. He's intelligent and nerdy but about fun stuff, like radio, politics, and books. He wears glasses (which for some reason I love - why I tend to like men in specs is a mystery to me) and does crosswords. Someone to keep you company in your dreams, sounds nice! February 21, 2007 at 11:09 AM.
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The State I Am In: I can sing, too.
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The State I Am In. Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the District. Tuesday, February 14, 2006. I can sing, too. Seriously debating whether or not to participate in this contest. Winner gets to sing live with Belle and Sebastian. At their concert in Seattle in late March. Gotta hurry though - contest ends February 20th! Posted by Jeff at 11:14 AM. Oh that was such a fun night. How such a simple sign could provide so many hours of hilarity! Dude, DO IT. Sing like you've never sung before!
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The State I Am In: September 2007
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The State I Am In. Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the District. Thursday, September 13, 2007. The Border is now out of bounds. Sign That I'm Getting Old #52: Taco Bell gives me nausea. Holy god, when did this come about? When did my brain, stomach and the rest of my internal organs form a union and unilaterally decide that they just couldn't handle one more cheesy bean and rice burrito? What do you mean you're at capacity? The burrito would say. "There's tons of room in there! I'm just a boy...
