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john on May 11th, 2012 in
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Generally, I’m a really easy going guy, with an amazing patience for cultural, spiritual, and personal relativity. I grew up in a multicultural family and internalized the belief that different peoples, and even different people in the same family, can live happily with different beliefs.
Despite this, I’m just about fucking fed up with this whole “gluten-free” bullshit.
I mean, don’t...
Posted by
john on Feb 17th, 2012 in
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Being self-employed sucks sometimes.
I’ve been covered under my wife’s health insurance just fine, but recently, we started wondering “what if my wife wanted to do something that didn’t offer insurance.” There’s always a bit of guilt being self-employed, because I realize that part of the reason it works is because she has benefits through here job. This means, however, that if...
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john on Feb 26th, 2010 in
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So I’m walking down the street last night. It’s dark, and I’m walking fast because I’m meeting my fair Jessica at a restaurant and want to be there before her, because I don’t mind waiting for her, but I know she doesn’t like waiting for me.
So, I’m walking faster than usual.
It was a beautiful night, actually. Pretty warm. I had my favorite brown leather “not used for...
Posted by
john on Jan 31st, 2010 in
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I’ve never really had a problem with waiting.
I know that many people hate to wait for things– appointments, people, Christmas, whatever. That’s the reason that, as much as I can, I try to be early when I meet with people. I’m afraid that people don’t want to wait for me. At the same time, I sometimes wish people would show up late for meetings with me– even an hour late,...
Posted by
john on Jan 31st, 2010 in
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When I was 25, it was a very good year. There were, beautiful girls wearing… nurses uniforms and… telling me to wake up…
“Wake up. Wake up, John.”
Groggy, I opened my eyes to a white and pink room that smelled of a combination of death and the avoidance of death. A few days later, I left the hospital to 30 days convalescence leave and barely another year as a member of the “US Military”...