We all know at least one person that is a “people pleaser.” This is someone that puts all other people’s needs in front of their own, often sacrificing their happiness.
They have learned early on, “If everyone is happy, then I will be happy, too.”
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We all know at least one person that is a “people pleaser.” This is someone that puts all other people’s needs in front of their own, often sacrificing their happiness.
They have learned early on, “If everyone is happy, then I will be happy, too.”
I have never been camping. I remember when I met the woman who would eventually become my wife (and subsequently my ex–wife), and she asked me about camping.
I spent a good three minutes on goofing on camping basically suggesting if I want to sleep terribly, I would go back to house I lived in college called “Dazed Inn – The House Everyone is Toking About.” We even had a sign on the front and everything. Two bathrooms and four bedrooms and eight guys. That’s like camping. Actually, worse because at least outdoors there’s a chance of rain to wash away the stink.
Last night both my mom and sister were in town, and we went to dinner. There's this really trendy new restaurant called Paris Club, and my mom had just been there and wanted to go again.
What I found sort of funny is that there were three Paris's at Paris Club. Okay, that's really more cute that funny. What WAS funny is that it didn't even occur to me that our last name was the restaurant's name.
I wish that title hadn’t been written by me. I also wish it weren’t true.
My cat, Pantaloons, is a really awesome pet. The day I brought her home from the shelter she didn’t show the slightest bit of fear approaching the dog. She’s never once hissed, and her favorite thing to do is sit on your chest and lick your nose.
I have come to a sad and shameful realization. For some reason over the past few weeks, for perhaps the first time in my life…
I am not waking up on time.
Here’s my routine. I arise at 6am, shower, and slip into a t–shirt and shorts. I jump on my bicycle, strap the dog to my back and ride downtown.
Recently I have become friends with a producer over at E!, one of the six channels I regularly watch. I understand this is not something that will increase my masculinity cred, but screw it. I do love The Soup, and anything Joan Rivers does is genius in my book.
Recently I have become friends with a producer over at E!, one of the six channels I regularly watch. I understand this is not something that will increase my masculinity cred, but screw it. I do love The Soup, and anything Joan Rivers does is genius in my book.
Recently I have become friends with a producer over at E!, one of the six channels I regularly watch. I understand this is not something that will increase my masculinity cred, but screw it. I do love The Soup, and anything Joan Rivers does is genius in my book.
Recently I have become friends with a producer over at E!, one of the six channels I regularly watch. I understand this is not something that will increase my masculinity cred, but screw it. I do love The Soup, and anything Joan Rivers does is genius in my book.