tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62392988167802768292012-01-29T08:34:15.662-08:00Like Dr Laura, but with a beat you can dance to.f*bomb.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16995465654424549297noreply@blogger.comBlogger3541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239298816780276829.post-24618568358908172372010-10-01T15:12:00.000-07:002010-10-01T15:12:54.278-07:00

So, there are like, seven of you still reading this, but for YOU- I have a very exciting message. We're going to tv. And by "tv," I mean, "YouTube." And by "we," I mean, "You and I!" For realzies!!! Since there's been a great reaction to our discussions on dating, relationships and the playlists we make for them, I'm starting an advice channel on YouTube. It will have daily clips of advice on

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So I've been watching a lot of "The X-Files" lately (thank you, Netflix!) and I think I finally get it. The ongoing sexual tension implied between Agents Scully and Mulder always mystified me...I never understood why audiences wanted them to hook up so badly.She always seemed so cold and he was cute but bland. (Please forgive me. I was clearly still in the age of innocence when it was originally

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Jimmy Fallon, a musical number, Glee, costume changes AND an awards show?!? The gay man inside of me is freaking out.

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Sometimes having a blog to discuss relationship anecdotes isn't enough. Sometimes you have to talk out loud and with other people about it. Especially with other people who are funny. So I'm doing it. I'm starting my own show. And I want YOUR help. Send me your dating predicaments, relationship conundrums, questions on social propriety, the best songs to break up to, why shoulder pads are being

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I've been on planes all my life, but never flown Virgin...and while I've traveled all over the world, I've never been to Toronto. Looks like I finally have no reason to save myself for either; the time is now. Virgin Airlines is seeking a new ambassador, a "Provocateur," to represent their new Toronto destination. Please vote for my video here and repost the link in your facebook/twitter/gchat,

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There is a disturbing phenomenon going on in the Public Dating World. You've been there before; you're going to dinner, holding hands, snuggling around town, finding excuses to whisper in each other's ear...and it's nice. Nice to be around someone you find attractive and who clearly enjoys holding you as much as you letting them. When this happens for me, I'm not always immediately sold on

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When someone says, "I really want to get married," it sounds a lot to me like when I say, "I really want a pony." OF COURSE I want a pony! I have wanted a pony my entire LIFE! I know the colour, the pattrern, the name of my pony...I have dreamt of this magnificent creature since the time I was five years old. I WANT THAT PONY. And then I think, "Farrah, if you REALLY wanted that pony so bad...

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Sooo...we're kinda famous now. First it was Mashable, then TIME, Glamour and CBS news. Every time I open my mailbox, there's another article about our little video. It's like Christmas! Now we're in The Huffington Post and NPR and I figure it's about time I posted it, too. The video posted to YouTube only last Friday, and in a week it has nearly a million views. We filmed it thinking it would

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All drug commercials should be like this.

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You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover... But what if that cover is in a too-tight, Ed Hardy-style thermal with large turquoise jewelery that says, "I'm a man, but I think this nod to Native American accessories makes me artistic." Does this mean you should maybe not be willing to give him a chance? If someone's exterior message says, "I'm a dirtbag" because I wear too much hair gel and spray

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It's my Plan B, and maybe it should move up to Plan A. If it does, it will look something like this: Everything about this is so very, very right.

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Two people. One I never want to see. One I never thought I'd see again. One song. Apparently they are collaborating and he just can't get enough Ga-Ga. But the world is full of bad ideas; maybe I'm just being close-minded. Maybe not everything Lady Gaga is such a bad idea...You tell me.

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One time I heard Steve Young (some football guy) speak. Well- I guess I've heard him speak an inordinate amount for being completely uninterested in football. In any case, ONE of these times, as I floated in and out of consciousness during his endless football stories (not even analogies- just stories!), he talked about this awful day of playing and then suddenly he thought he had it all together

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Shut the hell up. Please. Just. Stop. Talking. Apparently the plastic "representative" of a conservative, white-bread mom demographic from "The View" thought it would be funny to "joke" about a sexual predator who spied on a Dancing with the Stars contestant in her hotel room, saying that if only he had waited a few weeks, he would've seen the same thing "without the jail time." O, tee-hee-hee,

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Cute, spunky thirty-something works in floral shop, surrounded by other people's romance, but with no one of her own! My life is a romantic comedy.I started my morning with this video. I've been asked to attend the LA and surrounding bridal events to do "research." I've also been asked to go "under-cover" as a bride to investigate wedding-related services (per my employer). They even have a cubic

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I'm KINDA shocked when I meet someone (especially a BYU alum) who is not familiar with the term, "Brownie Slut." These Brownie Sluts were so prevalent in my college years that I swore off baking the entire time there, just to ensure I was not confused with one. You've seen them; those girls who peddle baked goods, usually door-to-door, in order to meet and introduce themselves to local boys. The

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Dear American Idol, The other night you caught up with me and reminded me exactly why I avoided you for so many years. You are still the most BORING THING ON TELEVISION. Taking mediocre singers with an imposed semblance of style to karaoke songs too boring for my grandmother to listen to? Not since the introduction of Britney Spears has the music industry manufactured such shame and exploited

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Just because you're busy, doesn't mean you can't look sharp! Please, ladies..."Put your best self out there," with PajamaJeans! Comfortable as sweats, but those metal rivets make them look like expensive, European designer jeans!!! I mean, WOW. Just know, dear reader, I want these as much as you wanted a Snuggie last December. THAT MUCH.

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Hence, why I take a boombox with me wherever I may go... The other day I turned on my favourite oldie's station and was met with hits from the 80's...THE 80's!?! Oldies is a genre- motown is as progressive as it gets. If I want David Bowie, I'll listen to the 80's/90's Alt-Rock station. But just 'coz it's 30 years old, doesn't make it an "oldie." That kinda hurts my feelings.

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...Kind of like this blog. Did I mention that a man backed his car into me AS I WAS WAITING in the parking lot? Parked? And then even when I was backing away from him, since he was CLEARLY not paying attention? And somehow STILL, he managed to hit me?!? (If anyone watched last night's Modern Family, you'll love this.) sigh. I DO so love little kittens.

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I couldn't have said it better myself, Orson Scott Card. His article on how LDS men could learn a lot from Sex & the City. O wait... I think I might have!

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I'm not particularly fond of peanut butter. Criminal, right? But as much as I'd like to appreciate it, I just enjoy the jelly more. There is so much variety and scope to the types of jelly you can use on a PB&J. For a long time I didn't think I liked PB&J, but then I figured out that it was because my mom always just shoved a giant glob of jelly onto a piece of bread with a glob of peanut butter

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I love you, G.Love. But you call me in the middle of the night for action and I might not pick up the phone.

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Who says a good man is hard to find? I propose that it is simply where you're looking...and what you're looking for... Dear Farrah,  Your readers might remember me as Molly. June of 2009, my grandmother decided to try and help me find a man who was the "right age."...Don Osmond Jr. Ha..  Well, I'd like to go ahead and share with you a story of how I've turned into that girl. This last week, I

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"Life is a playground, and I'm looking for someone to play with." Me, too, creepy child-stalker guy. Me, too.

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Major contest on Blogg!The floral shop I work for is offering a Valentine's bouquet to the most romantic story we get! Our favourite stories will be posted throughout the month as inspiration and the best one will actually get a call to deliver flowers to the heart of your choice in the LA area (if you don't know anyone, you can have them sent to me- I like getting flowers, too!) Go to

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Dear Chloe, You are getting really skinny this season. But that does not make you any cuter. Just remember: anorexia does not pay. We still think you are funny, though. Stick to your strengths. PS- Jack, Thank you for wearing those Harry Potter glasses. Your producers are really determined to flesh out this whole, "I'm a grandpa and vulnerable now" version of Kiefer. We're totally

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It's not just true on "I Love Lucy." If a man is sharing a room and sleeping in a twin bed, one things is for certain: That guy is not getting laid. Katie and I were talking the other night about men and twin beds, and she said, "There are only 3 times when a man should be sleeping in a twin bed and sharing a room. When he's a little boy, when he's on a mission, and when he's in college. But that

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Dear Jake,I'll always love you and you are always perfect to me. Even though you're single and super-buff now, I probably won't see "Prince of Persia" and that Jesus haircut has got to go.

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If you need a refresher of LOST in less than the 2 hour recap of last season's episode, I think the 5 Seasons in 5 Minutes version is pretty effective. O, Jack. How I've missed you so.

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So I've been looking into working as a representative for an elderly care facility and they have a lot of tender, touching articles related to senior care. Don't worry- I'm not gonna make you cry, but I AM going to draw some correlations between senior health and the healthcare of a single person. Turns out, socializing at meals is GOOD for seniors- and I suggest that it's good for US, too. (

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Did anyone see this last fall? In recognizing so many of these cultures and places, I'm immediately interested- add in a discussion on how people come to know God and understand Him in their lives, I'm absolutely fascinated in hearing more. If you want to get together some Sunday soon and watch this, I would love... When we were in Africa travelling on our little minibus to church one Sunday, we

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Now I've heard this argument attested to by my sworn enemy, Science, before. He is relentless in proving that being single is hazardous to one's health- particularly a woman's health. I had to re-read this article just to be certain it wasn't published 30 years ago in a weak attempt to oppress and demean women. But, no! It's from January of this year- 2010. Herein, Science "proves" that single

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You do not have to be your mother Unless she is who you want to be. You do not have to be your mother's mother, or your mother's mother's mother, or even your grandmother's mother on your father's side. You may inherit their chins or their hips or their eyes, but you are not destined to become the women who came before you, you are not destined to live their lives. So if you inherit something,

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This morning I watched the sun rise over the Ghats in Varanasi. A holy man filled my hands marigolds, walked me down to the river and had me chant with him as he broke up the petals and spread them through my palms. He blessed me with a good boyfriend who would be a good husband and that I would have a good son. (I didn't even ask! Mostly I was hoping he would bless me with a job, but I guess

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There is so much I was prepared to tell you, but it's been so hard to find a computer the last few days in India and now that I've found one, the keyboard barely works at all! I will save it for later. The short story is: I was blessed by a monk in Kathmandu and then invited to worship in a temple in the hills of Nagrakot and I have been made a family member and official cook of the Eco-Home

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One of my favourite things so far has been all the Nepalanese children. There we are, marveling at these huge golden and stone stupas and giant painted Buddhas and grand palace steps with golden busts, and little children in school uniforms are running up and down them, waving notebooks and laughing. At one of the temples, I gave a few of the children some candy. We took pictures together

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Here's $5. Go buy yourself some dignity. Please. Sincerely, -f.

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I have a tradition of writing down exactly what's happening around me as it occurs. While it's only a slice in time, it always rushes back the sounds and smells (usually unpleasant ones) of that moment. I would travelblog about it, so not to overload anyone with a mass message, but I forgot my password (big surprise). I hope you enjoy the next few minutes of last night with me. If you were here,

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There's something about the grit behind someone grabbing a mic and wailing on it as if it were a part of their soul they're rejoining that I thrill to like nothing else. The closer, the better. The louder, the happier. Hard, intense, soulful or sexy- I like it every which way around. And when it's from the heart, it feels so much better to hear. Thanks again for the very merry Christmas, Hotel

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Well, FINE. If THAT's how you're gonna be, next year, I'm just going to be naughty. Hope you like the cookies. Bastard. with love, -f.

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One of the most significant experiences of my life was spending several weeks in Africa. Kenya was unlike anywhere I had ever been. The poverty was striking- but I'd been to poor countries plenty of times before. What stuck me so deeply about Kenya was the realization that it is a country of orphaned children. With extreme poverty and illness and rampant AIDS, there are scores of children left

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In light of my recent travels, I've been reflecting a lot on places I've been and people I've met and how these experiences have moved me, shaped me, humbled and inspired me to do and be more to those around me. I wish everyone had the opportunity to experience the things I've seen and done. I truly believe that if every person in the United States had the chance to spend a significant amount of

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I have never been a baby person.That doesn't mean I kick puppies or shoot small, woodland animals on the weekend. I've just never imagined myself as the cooing baby sort of gal. Give me a difficult teen in angst or an 8 year old with worldly opinions; just don't ask me how great babies smell.Over the last couple of months, several very close friends gave birth. This time, though, they were

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Well. Would you look at that. I'm not entirely the failure in the kitchen I thought I was. Thanks, Amy. You are the mad scientist in the kitchen I could only dream to be. Thank you for showing me how to double a recipe and not have it explode.Caroline's Bakeshop is a place I'd like to live.

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I'm maybe a step away from being THIS GUY: I seriously just am FASCINATED by people who are THIS into something. Something they didn't even DO themselves. He's a hairstylist in Long Beach. Anyone wanna go make a new friend?

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Kory asked this morning how it is that, despite all evidence to the contrary, she likes Rachel McAdams even though she has repeatedly chosen to be in movies that make women look like idiots. She asks, "Can her awesomeness in Mean Girls outweigh the terribleness of The Notebook, the Family Stone and now, The Time Traveler's Wife?" I think it's because she's cute, but not dumb. This does not help

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Sometimes you see friends who would be SO PERFECT together and you wonder, "HOW is this not happening?!?"After 3 months of casual, sporadic dating, she has given up that he will ever really make anything happen, and doesn't really mind. She likes spending time with him when he does ask her out, has a great time every time, and really enjoys his company and isn't about to stop dating him if he

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I can't wait for the day when we're married with kids and the biggest problem of the day is, "O no, Joey put the turtle in the toilet again!" and not, "My boyfriend is addicted to porn and is guilt tripping me because I won't have sex with him."sigh.I know problems don't go away. They just become different ones. As our lives evolve and grow, so do the challenges that emerge to form us into

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Who knew grandmas even knew how to email, let alone blog? And apparently, this one can crump pretty hard, too. This is a real letter from a real friend, so if you know the man in question, let's hook this sister up. Do it. Grandma would want you to.Sweet pea, you who are the angel of my eye. We got a new stake presidency today at conference. I was so impressed with one of the brothers from

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Don't forget your roots. Especially if they were blond.And I'm maybe two steps away from being THIS GUY. And how many people can say they were named after an episode called, "HellRide."* Let's see ALIAS do THAT.And where you're going...If you're a transsexual prisoner in the Philippines.

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People ask me how I'm in such incredible shape. This happens, like, ALL the time.The answer is simple:Excercise.

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I need a new passport photo.

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Your shoulderpads are really boss.Your perm is totally boss.Your shoulderpads and perm are really boss.Readers:You are so very boss.

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My computer is dead-dead-deadsville and I've been leeching off of the kindness of those who are well-endowed with MACs the last few months. I know it's necessary to get a new computer, but this is an agonizing and utterly confusing situation for someone who can barely even turn the damned thing ON, let alone make choices involving gigs, killahbites, REM, RAM or external hard-drives (isn't that

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In keeping with National Poetry Month, I've taken down to writing poetry. It's awful, so you worry, you won't be getting any here, but I will say this: Why is the music at the gym so f*ing bad?!!? All the music played in all of the classes pretty much makes me want to have a brain hemmorage. I swear. All I can think is what the f*ing hell are these instructors thinking? I mean, is it not enough

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The other night I was at a friend's house rather late at night. When I returned to my car, I saw pawprints on my windshield. Let me preface my next statement by saying that I love cats. LOVE them. If it weren't such a cliche I'd have 3 of them. Easily. But getting into a mist-covered car with cat-prints smeared down the front of the windshield was hella creepy. All of a sudden I realized why some

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So there's this guy who comes into work on occasion; fairly attractive, nicely mannered, funny and has an interesting job. He skyrockets up on my chart becausea) he's from Boston (hot)b) he's a regular-type guy (humble and low-maintenance- see "a")c) he works for Mtv (my dream job!)andd) while I meet a lot of men who might try to be charming and end up being really gross and weird, he's genuinely

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For quite some time now I've had a social question on my brain that has been seriously bugging me. What do you do when you see your ex? So far, I only have two answers:1) Smile and be warm, because maybe he'll be different this time.2) Punch him in the face, like I should have the first time.I've been without a computer for several months and was seriously lacking in internet access anyway.

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I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

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Looks like I'm going Vegan.Moby-PLAY, I'm SERIOUS.A dear friend of mine has been struggling with her ovaries in a multitude of ways, and now her mother-in-law has offered to cure her endometriosis through vegan-ism. me: Are you serious?she: Yup. And I've committed to it.me: "Committed to it." How do you mean?she: I met with a healer.me: Of course you did.she: And the Healer asked if I wanted to

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Recently my dear friend and incredible writer, K8, invited me to participate in a group project she's creating where we write a letter to our 16-year old selves. Whether that's advice on the boy who just broke your heart or an assurance that getting a "c" in math will not destroy your chances for college, so please for the love, child, stop beating yourself up already; write it down to

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A great part of my joy in traveling to strange, exotic, underdeveloped countries is likely due to the fact that I can pretty much eat anything and not have it affect me. I have intestines of steel.Lately- not so much.Let's just say that, as much as I abhor the concept of a "diet" or food restrictions of any kind (mostly as my upheld fist against the idealist-establishment of modern beauty), I

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It has been determined (through a very scientific and analytical process using lots of fancy chemistry lab tools and electric currents) that I have a superpower.My superpower?I obliterate machinery operating off of electricity.It's true.If I'm near a computer, it shuts down. Anything electric is pretty much at risk. They are considering flying me over enemy airspace just so my "highly vibrating

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I generally don't watch Martha Stewart, but some of you may know of my slight fascination with Ludacris. So- much to my delight- Ludacris showed up to cook with Martha today and the result- let's just say it couldn't have been more awkward/surreal/hilarious. I have tried finding the opening clip on youtube because, I'm not kidding you, having Martha tell Ludacris about how she feels for the Asian

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Happy Valentine's Day, Ladies. Of course, the one which warms up MY little heart is still: O, I wish it were true, Jake-pants. But thank you for saying so. I love you right back.And your ass looks good in those jeans.

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As some of you may know, my dream backup career (right after backup career Plan A: Kareoke Superstar) is hand and foot model.Well, I DO live in LA now. Sooo...Guess what has two thumbs and just submitted her photo to be the hand model for a new ipod demo?THIS GIRL.If Apple only knew of the hot, torrid and mutually beneficial relationship iPod and I share. If only.

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Still, I think this may work better if I were the type of girl to wear miniskirts. Or skinny jeans.But they DO work.And I don't care how juvenile people may think it looks. They feel damn good like this.

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So I did it.I scoured the city for the right ones.And I think I finally did it. Of course, everyone has their opinions of legwarmers. I had someone tell me he would break up with me if I actually wore them (bye-bye!) And considering the random chill in the air lately, today would be the perfect day to warm my legs with my favourite ski-lodge appropriate knitwear! Now that they're on, I must say-

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I was going to post an apology for my slackeredlyness and proffer indecent explainations as to why I haven't been able to give you what you want and (indubitably) what you need and deserve from me.Let's just cut the crap and acknowledge that I suck.Onward and upward!One of my goals is to remember to write a little more frequently.And while you know my preferences are videos, music and playlists

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I have decided to go back to school.This is not simply for MY future education, nor for the future betterment of my family and those whom I love, but for the overall betterment of the WORLD.Please.Click here and make your donation now.You will not regret it.

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8am.Last night I went to bed with a little shiver in my soul. As I thought about the significance of what today would bring, of how proud and excited I am for our country and for what President Obama will do to unify us as a people on behalf of the greater good, and for what electing an African-American president means historically for our country as a whole.This morning as I listen to it all on

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A few weeks ago I had dinner with friends, and one described his cleanse diet. Now, I am traditionally and fundamentally opposed to all things resembling any sort of diet or constriction on food intake, however, he made this sound pretty good. No weird teas or food combinations, just fruit and vegetables (only) for 3 weeks, followed by an introduction of whole grains and later fish and poultry in

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This film affected my perspective as a child and I was forever altered to seeking a new view in all things set before me. Today I met a man who works on HOUSE; the first words out of my mouth were, "O my gosh! I LOVE Robert Sean Leonard! I've followed his career since I was eight! He is the most amazing actor! I am so impressed with everything he's done to make a real career of as a true actor.

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I'm telling you; it's right up there with having your own unicorn.

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Does anyone watch BYUtv? Because apparently, my friends and I are blowin' it up all over the place.

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New Year's Eve has never been much of a big deal to me. Maybe it's because I never seem to get enough champagne to get to the part where counting down from 10 is exciting or the anticipated ride home with drunks on the road isn't quite what it used to be. Either way- I've come to filter all my excitement into New Year's Day.The first day of the year. That day can set your tone for the entire year

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Christmas was everything I'd ever dreamed and more. First there was the Christmas cookies left out for Santa (his reindeer, you will note, nibbled a bit at the carrot).The magic glow of Christmas lights twinkled on the packages and it was hard to go to sleep in anticipation of the next morning. And what's better than seeing the children pass one another gifts and sharing?Except for, maybe, a

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Throughout college I spent Christmas working a Tree Farm and finding out I'm allergic to pine (embarrassing, I know) and shuffling around to various friend's houses. As I've gotten older and moved around more, it's been harder on my pride factor to attend a friend's family for a few days and not feel like an imposition (as great as those families have been to have me- a 30something houseguest in

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I realize this may not make up for an extended absence, but I want you to know, Friendship IS the most important thing this holiday season.Heyyy!

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Of course, I thought the lyrics were, "I got talent, I got wit," but...whatever.

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Because it's my birthday.And nothing says class like a weekend in Vegas.I practically reek of maturity.It looks like I'll be heading to Vegas Wed morning to get in some one on one with my Vegas family- those of you with families, I mean, before friends get in and just want me to swill hard alcohol and party till the breaka-breaka-dawn. I will stay with Keller's family for Wednesday and Thursday

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Truly. I am.It's been a long time coming, but, girl, you know it's true.We're taking a long lunch today to be together in the dark. Just he and me.And I couldn't be happier about it.Let me know if you want to join us.Century City AMC.Text me.-f.

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Like I said- I'm not trying to change anyone's mind. I'm just trying to make sure we have a greater understanding of each other's motivations.Embedded video from CNN VideoEither way.Get out and let your voice be heard.

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I didn't say that "because they are black they are facing these challenges." I just gave one relevent example of a community hit particularly hard by this issue as noted lately in press. Again, of course I don't think all black men are irresponsible. As for generalizations - if we are to be intelligent at a macro (societal) level, we all must make generalizations to inform public policy. We'd

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I'm sorry Farrah, but did you not read anything I mentioned in my e-mail? You're being manipulated and lied to. This has NOTHING to do with your faith or your tolerance and acceptance of gays. If Proposition 8 is defeated, your church, your religion, your marriage and your life will not change AT ALL. In fact, the constitution will not change at all either. The "What is Prop 8" website that

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Nathan-Favourite point EVER:"separate but equal" is wrong, immoral, and unjust, no matter how you try to rationalize it. Just because odds are stacked against a certain group doesn't mean that they should be denied certain rights. As I said before, by that flawed logic, the same rights should then be denied to ALL couples that the odds are stacked against. Nobody is saying that anyone HAS to

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Wow.I am so super in love with you guys.Seriously.I so appreciate having a thoughtful, sincere and articulate conversation about an issue which most people discard with intolerant, impassioned remarks, with now real concern for mutual understanding or respect. I'm only sad I was out all day and missed the conversation as it happened! To those of you who contributed, I appreciate your

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Jordy,To be quite frank, and I'd like to convey this with genuine respect for you as a person, and not come across as insulting in any way, but most of your arguments and justifications don't carry much weight. I understand that you've admitted to making generalizations, but since you made the statements to begin with, I feel an obligation to comment. Ok, here goes... :)If men and women are so "

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To all who are reading or contributing to this thread - I just want to say I've rarely seen such eloquent, respectful and factual discussions over such a heated topic before - on e-mail no less. This is truly great, a class act, and we are all doing our part in bringing about clarity. As for me, I fully own my belief that gay couples should be treated with respect and dignity and should have

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Power does not always corrupt. Fear corrupts…mostly the fear of a loss of power over others. Enslave no one. Vote No on 8. -Thomasi'd also like to applaud farrah for speaking out about her beliefs, to what is no doubt a largely hostile audience. i didn't feel like her arguments were terribly clear to me (maybe because i can't get past the idea that someone can really love a person and still

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Once again, I will ask -- Since when does religion have a monopoly on marriage? If you believe that the government, and society, should recognize a gay couple's union as "equal", then why create a separate institution? Separate but equal does not work, and it's wrong, no matter how you try to justify it. Did we not learn our lesson from when we tried to create separate but equal institutions when

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Farrah,I have some good news for you. You don't need to worry any longer, because you've been completely mislead and lied to -- common nefarious acts of the Yes on 8 campaign. I can understand your concern about freedom of religion, but nowhere does it say that religions will possibly face lawsuits if they decide to discriminate against gays. If you can find any documentation or proof to the

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I for one applaud Farrah for having the courage to state her opinion among a group I assume mostly disagrees with her, and furthermore to back her opinion with a well thought-out and compassionate argument. I did not find Farrah's argument convoluted at all, even though I've not personally validated them. There is even precedent mentioned in Canada and Boston to add strength to her argument,

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Recently a dear friend of mine emailed a plea to his closest friends and family, begging for us to vote NO on Prop 8. In response, I emailed what you read the other day on my reasons for advocating Prop 8 (Freedom of Religion and Freedom of Speech). From my response came a discussion I found enlightening, thought-provoking and genuinely constructive in nature. I asked the group if it would be

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I'm sure your mind has been as occupied as mine lately, what with every corner we turn having a request to become more informed, more active, more supportive of the passing of Proposition 8. Many of us feel conflicted and even measures of guilt if we don't whole-heartedly and enthusiastically support the passing of Proposition 8. I hope to ease any feelings of undesired dissent. Even though this

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When I first heard of Proposition 8, I was deeply offended and shocked that not everyone viewed this clearly as a human rights issue. If you were to ask my opinion of the definition of marriage; marriage in this country is a joke. With a growing 50% divorce rate and most people not even bothering to be wed before moving in or having children, marriage has become a societal JOKE. Additionally,

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When you finally get everything you want and everything you need and more than what you expected-Will you be prepared to accept it?So many times we are all waiting for the next big thing. The next big move. The home improvements we've been daydreaming over. A better job that makes you happy. The relationship that will be the end-all-be-all of relationships. So what happens when we finally get it.

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