Not My Ding a Ling
Like I said yesterday, I like having guy friends. I learn so much about the underbelly of life from them. Images my poor, innocent brain didn't need to have seared on it.
Take the penis.
Posts from the ‘Friendship’ Category
May 16
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Tie Me Up
I've always had male friends. I like that men are blunt and inappropriate. They're direct. I never have to wonder what they really mean.
Take my friend Carnell. He's a regular commenter here, and lucky for me, I get to see him often in real life.
Like yesterday.
"Now Andra, why did you have to go and wear that shirt to lunch?"
Thank You For Clicking the Cootchie
Boredom. I started blogging because I was bored.
I remember laughing at the notion that more than fourteen people would ever read a single thing I wrote.
I was stunned that anyone chose to read my words.
I still am.
We’d Rather Have the Iceberg Than the Ship
If MTM has a male soul mate, it is Miguel Roldan. MTM met Miguel when he lived in Barcelona. They taught architecture together. They debated design together. They brainstormed. They laughed.
MTM even learned to appreciate coffee (in espresso form) from Miguel.
Easter Eggcellence
Friendships have always mattered to me, and they’ve always been hard. I’ve always needed them. Desperately. But, I’ve always seemed to tear down more than I’ve built up. I don’t know whose fault that is, but I’m here to take my share of the blame – not all of it; just my share.
