The Jamaican one. Everything else was eh.
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Jun2
Oh, ouch. That gets you huh?
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Sorry I forgot your name. I didn’t mean to. After all, it wasn’t my fault…we met the last week of school. And I’m bad with names and faces anyway. That’s why I didn’t introduce you. Don’t worry, I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never forget it again.
Sorry I can’t distinguish between you guys. It’s just so difficult, you all look the same. Only difference is one of you has an accent and the other doesn’t.
Telling me you’ve seen me around doesn’t help me recognize you. I’m sort of a walking billboard sign with bright colors, just be a little more specific. Making me feel guilty and all…ugh.
I never really knew you well, but you greeted me like a long lost friend. It was a warm feeling seeing your face light up in surprise. Maybe next time we could talk a little more? I don’t know. That greeting just threw me off!
Hey bro, I don’t know you, but I recognize you from a lot of my classes. And by the way you stared at me, I could tell you recognized me as well. Got to admit-that face you had when you saw me in scrubs at the hospital cafeteria was so incredibly priceless. You just looked so puzzled, and the almost tripped, and I could see you trying to work it all out in your head. Hopefully you’ll figure it out. Eventually.
The person you’ve known the longest is yourself.
If you don’t love yourself, how can you expect to love anyone else?
“Toward an Artificial Heart,” Houston surgeon Michael DeBakey on the cover of Time, 28 May, 1965.
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Done at Körperkult, Bad Homburg, Germany.
Just because I love Robert Frost and his poems.
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Jun1