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I met this woman tonight.

At 8:30PM, while trying to cut her in line at a 24-hour CVS pharmacy while trying to fill my prescription for Lexapro & Wellbutrin:

Debbie: Ummm…excuse me! The line is back this way.
Me: Yeah, I know. I just have a quick question for the pharma-
Debbie: I just came from the ER. Get. In. Line.

She claims she’s going to change my life.

Maybe it’s because it’s 3:30am, or that I’m just barely keeping my shit together, or that I was filling a prescription for anti-depressants, or that for whatever reason I still want to believe everything happens for a reason, or that Southern California has already managed to brainwash me into believing things like this actually happen but…

She might be right.

Coincidentally (or not?), she ended up cutting the woman waiting in front of her.

June 19, 2012

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I’m seeing my ex this weekend. It’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had. We were together for 6 years. We broke up a few months ago; it’s probably too soon to go back. We had a lot of ups and downs but this kind of love makes you want to stick it out and last forever. We were young and irresponsible. We were crazy about each other. We went through losing jobs, shitty apartments, living well above our means, sex, drugs, rock and roll and everything in between. We built a life together and challenged each other to be better when we thought we had reached our limits. A new adventure that I had to do on my own tore us apart, but we both knew it was time for me to go.

We’ll be a part for a few years. We’ll see each other occasionally; the visits may become less frequent but I’ll still get butterflies every time and have those, “Holy shit” moments. We’ll probably mess around too because we know the sex is way too good; you can’t fake good chemistry. I have a feeling we’ll be together again someday. Hopefully. Maybe. We both have some growing up to do. For now though, I fully intend to enjoy our pseudo-open relationship and newly appreciated friendship.

I love you, New York.

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February 16, 2012

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We really don’t suck at improv.

Crispy Bandits have two shows lined up in April…but we’re hungry for more!!! Let us come play with you. Come on. We were that fat kid that always got picked last for kickball, so this would really mean a lot to us. Fine! Maybe we will go eat our feelings!

But seriously. We’ll show you a good time.

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March 31, 2011

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