Thursday, January 15, 2009
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Change the world, save a life, whatever gets you high.
Don't take things too seriously.
This is a personal online journal. It's safe to bet that everything I've written here has been embellished until it's nothing more than a rambling of my bizarre imagination. Especially if it sounds like it's about my job, then you can be absolutely sure it is a work of fiction. Either which way, opinions expressed by me on this site are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the opinions and positions of my employer.
Feel free to send me love notes at patriciafrostnyc (at) gmail (dot) com.
Feel free to send me love notes at patriciafrostnyc (at) gmail (dot) com.
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- A Serious Girl
- Los Angeles, California, United States
- I'm married to a handsome brainiac who finds most of what I write online to be mildly embarrassing. We have two dogs, two cats, and a python named after the devil. We spend most of our spare time vacuuming. I write at http://www.aseriousgirl.com/
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If all the world's a stage, why don't I have better lighting?
3 comments:
Damned Jack Russells!
My kids'guitar teacher had a male Jack Russell puppy (named, in a burst of non-inspiration, "Jack.") Jack would hump anything in sight. If you were sitting on the couch, he would sneak behind you and start humping your head, like a living hat.
Awh, look at the face on the poor old lab. I feel like that sometimes. Like the lab is you and the jack russel is the world?
The message here is, 'Dream Big.'
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