Wednesday, January 31, 2007 | by nathan

101 - Bras

Something happened when he bullied me at seventeen: I said, “Fine. Kick my ass. Right here, right now, in front of all these people.” He didn’t.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007 | by nathan

Why I Shouldn’t Be Trusted Around Babies

Ever since we got Sam he has lived in my office at home. He’s such a great dog in so many ways; he came into our home and instantly knew better than to climb the stairs to the bedroom, or down into the den, where Brian’s music things - and now, my piano - are. He doesn’t go in the bathroom. So, he has the office, the living room, the dining room and the kitchen to wander around in when we’re not walking him, and he’s adjusted pretty well.

We shut him up in the office when we’re away, because of that thing where we just bought a new leather sofa and don’t want him up on it. He has food and water in there, a big of space to chill in, some toys. He has full privileges to get up on the office love seat whenever he wants. Not a lot of dogs get that. He doesn’t always love it when we put him in there, but once he gets inside and starts gnawing on his green chew toy or his bone - up on the love seat - he seems to enjoy it just fine. At night, we turn the lights out and tell him good night, and after a few minutes we can hear - plop - the sound of our dog falling asleep.

Except the past two nights, when he has kept us up whining - loudly - after we put him to bed. We’ll be in bed, asleep, then it’ll start, the sound like he’s being physically tortured or has to go to the bathroom right now - even though he just went. Brian has been the one to get out of bed, go downstairs and say, "Sam, shut up!" and he does.

Should I be worried? Should I phone the guys at Calling All Pets? Or is my dog just attention-hungry?

Tuesday, January 30, 2007 | by nathan

100 - Jimmy

It hurt when you went back to your loser ex instead of dating me. I guess that piercing insight you had never got turned inward. Pity.

Monday, January 29, 2007 | by nathan

Endorphins

This morning: got up early, worked out, made a good breakfast. Egg white omelet, an orange, fat-free yogurt.

Rode my bike to work.

Now: endorphins firing. I feel great. It’s going to be a good day. 

Monday, January 29, 2007 | by nathan

99 - Lauren

All in one year my sister lost her husband and survived two hurricanes. She has stayed smart, funny, and kind through it all – she’s my hero.

Sunday, January 28, 2007 | by nathan

98 - Jase

I love you dearly, and I want to be a better friend to you, but I almost never have time for six-hour phone conversations. I’m sorry.

Saturday, January 27, 2007 | by nathan

97 - Whitney

My newest friend is a genius graphic designer with the most killer fashion sense of anyone I know. She fit into the office perfectly, a co-conspirator.

Friday, January 26, 2007 | by nathan

96 - Tim

Of the three guys who shared my room in Venice, I knew him least. Typical WFU guy; majored in business, didn’t own a pair of jeans.

Thursday, January 25, 2007 | by nathan

95 - Joel

We both left Oklahoma, vowing never to return. We both did. This might be part of the attraction that, for some reason, never led to relationship.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007 | by nathan

94 - Another Erica

As children, neighbors, we clung together since we were both, in our own ways, outsiders. We sometimes fought like siblings because that’s basically what we were.