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Will no one talk hockey with me?

NO ONE?

What the hell does a girl have to do around here?

Fine. Keep quiet. See if I care.

I watched a classic Bruins game last night, from 1990, when they played the Hartford Whalers in a semi-finals (by the way, the Whalers had the coolest logo and jerseys ever). I enjoyed it so thoroughly that I am thrown for a loop about all the changes in the league lately. I get what they’re trying to do, but they’re going about it all wrong.

It’s like a prized animal who’s run away from the farm, so we leave the barn door open in hopes of his return, but in the meantime all the rest of the damn animals are getting out.

For real.

The most intriguing and seductive words playing in my mind these days: nobody has to know.

Such possibilities, such promise, such secrets those four quiet words hold. I’m obsessed.

absolutely giddy and goosebumped. Today is a big day, guys! It’s the first day of letting the terrorists win.

I’m so proud. It feels good to have my faith in this country restored. A little bit anyway.

my favorite gal pal of the west finally started his own site, which is great, because he’s got way too much to say and not enough people to say it to, which means that we should all be glad that morgan joined the “blogging” world. He’s got that funny thing going on, and we all like that funny thing, if you know what I mean.

I want to put dynamite in the word blog and watch it explode.