“The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” Every Sunday when I was growing up, there was one thing that I could always be certain of. As soon as I would open up my eyes that morning, my mother would already have my suit laying out for me. Like the good Catholic she was,
The argument.
I think this is the earliest I’ve seen it, but I’ve only been back in Cambridge since July. On November first, the City of Cambridge felt it was time to put up their street post Christmas lights. I’ve already seen the arguments flaring on the Interwebz social media thingie about beginning the commercialized hype this
Expanding my network
There’s no denying that I really want Google+ to work. I love its streamlined design, and the circle concept is awesome. I also can’t deny something that Alex said to me, which is that I want Google+ to succeed because I want Facebook to fail. And really, the way “curse you Zuckerburg” rolls off the
Wasting time in a trendy setting.
It’s something that has gone generally unheard of on my life for quite some time. I’m far from being used to hearing my alarm go off on a Sunday morning. It hurt. I’m not being figurative here, it literally hurt. The entirety of my inner being screamed back at the sound that disturbed its slumber,
The Inevitable Breakup
Come now; you know it had to happen sooner or later. Sure we had fun together, but that’s just it. It was just fun. There wasn’t a chance in hell this could ever really go long term. You’re too high maintenance and I simply don’t make enough money. Toronto. We’re breaking up. Of course there’s
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For various reasons, I haven’t been able to truly enjoy the full freedom that a Saturday can bring for quite some time. Today breaks away from that pseudo curse and it’s been good. I checked out a couple of houses (both were crap), I’ve gone for a walk with TheWife in the finest whether I’ve
