Sunday, February 24, 2008


I met my journalism icon at a journalism conference.
I shook, I was nervous ( I didn't stutter, SCORE!) and I nervously put my head on his chest.
SIGH*** (does the head on the chest count as flirting? I think so.)
I told him about my grandma, we had a nerd second about demos.
My next column is so going to be about him, unless i chicken out.

I'm still not on the ground. I keep staring at the picture. It happened. It's all happening.

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