When Pastor Zach asked me to be on his team, I refused. “You don’t want to lose,” I warned him. Apparently, Zach wanted me because I was a friend. 398 more words
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Haha, Rebecca Black you are the worst. Or am I for using her vapid lyrics as my title? …Yep, I win.
(this post has been provided by a strange caffeine high that just hit even though I’ve been sipping slowly on this one mug of black coffee for 2 hours…) 151 more words
The Spirit Awards for Independent Films are held on the Saturday afternoon before the Academy Awards in a tent on the beach in Santa Monica. They are more casual and quite the party as everyone sits at tables and drinks and eats (a la the Golden Globes). 722 more words
Sometimes I don’t appreciate this place enough. There are worse places to be “stuck” at.
A recent trip to Santa Monica – the second in the past six months – I was able to take a short ride along The Strand (bicycle path along beach). 370 more words