Articles tagged with: friends

Face full of verve, head full of ideas, he lived with a smirk out the right corner of his mouth. He knew the hardships of survival in Russia. Knew the hardships of survival in Oregon.

I wonder how a frog lives in a pond devoid of lily pads? Maybe forget about hopping for a while and ponder. Unfortunately, I never developed that skill.

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It seemed to have such potential, that first night we made small talk on the dance floor. The lights of a new city can …

If your boy-toy is up with the current times (or has a pulse) he should have a twitter account. Follow it immediately.

As young woman, I can always appreciate a nice piece of jewelry. However, every time I scope a guy out, I glance down at their hand and see a wedding band. What gives?

But the idealist that lives inside me somewhere beyond my totally unacceptable 5 foot 6 (and a half), 160 pound frame still believes that I deserve the same sort of care as the teeny tiny girls I compete with each day. In fact, maybe a little bit more.
I don’t expect special treatment or even to be outfitted in a particularly nice costume. But, really? I wear a size 10. Give me a break.

Bearing witness to a friend’s existential crisis between Nevada and the Pacific.

Nobody’s perfect, obviously. Even our bestest friends. At some point or another they’ll disappoint us.