You know, I'm not sure I want to join my high school class Facebook group. I didn't really like those people in the first place.
The Rancho Burrito from Casa Que Pasa in Bellingham is good for not one, but two meals.
People are really comfortable ignoring one another when online.
Not one, but two friends of mine have Gmail status messages praising their girl/boyfriend as "the best ever". Coincidence?
My friend Meghan's mother told me last night that "there are no coincidences" - it's proof of God's existence.
I'm so sweaty and nervous about the election, and things are actually looking pretty good. I can't imagine where I'd be if things were even tighter. Jeebus.
