Author: lyn

die. i died.

“Fauxhawk lives in mortal fear of dancing and I am a complete spaz, so I had to talk him through a series of awkward white person moves while everyone gathered around us. It was like watching a Stevie Wonder impersonator...

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here, have some words

You guys. Can I tell you something? (I guess I can. This is my blog, after all. I could tell you anything. For example, I could tell you that you have a squirrel on your head, and that wouldn’t even be true, unless I am...

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small stakes

As we trudge ever onward towards our wedding day, you may notice more action-item type posts from me. That is because we are truly in the “working on shit” part of the planning. There is no room anymore for postulating, or...

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past and pending

My last post was about the day we got engaged, but the engagement process is so much more than just one day. It had begun many months earlier, as we gradually moved from whimsical musings on “If I ever marry…;”...

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