Decisions, Decisions
Aniston Love Letters to Be Auctioned
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By DERRIK J. LANG Associated Press Writer
July 25,2005 | NEW YORK -- One of Jennifer Aniston's
former flings is auctioning off letters, notes,
pictures and other memorabilia from the "Friends"
star. Michael Baroni, a California lawyer who claims he had
a summer romance with Aniston, is selling
keepsakes such as a makeshift birthday card she wrote
on a piece of toilet paper and a childhood picture of
the pair.
According to Baroni, their summer lovin' -- he was 16,
she was 15 -- turned into a longtime friendship until
they lost contact...
Hmm... Now I'm thinking that maybe I too should auction my love letters and other items from Jen (I used to call her "Jen"). She was all after me when I was about 21 and she was 20, somewhat after this Boni Moroni character it seems.
Nah....maybe I'll just be loyal to the memories.
Or...wait,... maybe that was "Jan" that I went out with back then?
Ok, now it seems that this was a completely mistaken posting today.
Nevermind.
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By DERRIK J. LANG Associated Press Writer
July 25,2005 | NEW YORK -- One of Jennifer Aniston's
former flings is auctioning off letters, notes,
pictures and other memorabilia from the "Friends"
star. Michael Baroni, a California lawyer who claims he had
a summer romance with Aniston, is selling
keepsakes such as a makeshift birthday card she wrote
on a piece of toilet paper and a childhood picture of
the pair.
According to Baroni, their summer lovin' -- he was 16,
she was 15 -- turned into a longtime friendship until
they lost contact...
Hmm... Now I'm thinking that maybe I too should auction my love letters and other items from Jen (I used to call her "Jen"). She was all after me when I was about 21 and she was 20, somewhat after this Boni Moroni character it seems.
Nah....maybe I'll just be loyal to the memories.
Or...wait,... maybe that was "Jan" that I went out with back then?
Ok, now it seems that this was a completely mistaken posting today.
Nevermind.
posted by Frank at 6:18 PM
6 Comments:
Hey, you can always gather all of the letters up and make a book. Each girl could be a different chapter. :)
Slap a 29.95 price sticker on it, and call it artistic.
Watch the $ roll in, but remember the little people out here who suggested the idea.
I'm afraid it would probably be a somewhat smaller book, if each girl is to be a different chapter. I might have to charge maybe only $5.95 or less. I like the artistic idea, though. Maybe a PhotoShop image of me hanging out with all my friends over at the "Friends" cast. Hmmm...
Hey Frank, Im not afraid of going to the doc, im just so tired of going to them.
If you look back during that time with the palpitations, you'll see about a week of a gap. I was actually in the hospital for a few days during that time for them.
The drs couldnt figure it out (I guess I should be used to that by now). Finally, they just told me that I had anxiety :). That way, it's my fault and the fact that they don't know is null and void. Haha, anyway, they scheduled me for about 100 tests this month, BUT, I only plan on going to two.
Drs have a lot of book sense, but it amazes me that so many fail to realize only the patient has full knowledge of their own body, and that they should make an effort to work WITH the patient to get the information they need to apply their book sense.
I swear, if I could be a patient teacher for doctors, I would do it in a heartbeat hehe.
Well, I am afraid of going to the doctor! Good thing I feel pretty well right now. Was just a little worried, that's all. For some reason, I remembered that today, so I though I'd ask.
I had a friend who thought he was having heart attacks in the middle of the night, and really changed his diet/eating habits in concern over his arteries. But he's really a pretty healthy guy, and I think it was anxiety or panic attacks, like my father was also having at the time. Those items can cause very real effects, like symptoms of heart attack that can be very severe and real, not something to be taken lightly. It could be of course any number of things. Just concerned for you, though; I always like to hear what you have to say, and look forward to hearing much more.
It's true that docs can be arrogant in many cases; I think it's a combination of the training, and also that they have to stay somewhat detached from their patients in order to maintain their own ability to work with at times very ill people consistently. Doctors who have reached some middle ground,(like some Andrew Weil type) where they can do the detached science, while also being able to interact with patients as real human beings, are the best, and of course, also few and far between.
You are right about good docs, really good docs being few and far between. Last year, I had a truly wonderful doctor. Unfortunately, her work environment was a bit poisonous, so she left. I didnt blame her one bit, I would never want her to become what so many of those other docs are. She said herself, that she felt them rubbing off on her, so she had to leave. hehe
Thanks for asking about my palps it was very thoughtful of you. I think you must like hearing the nothing I have to say because you cant actually hear me, and when I write it all down it's a loose package resembling sense.
You said your mom goes from A to H. I go from A to T in 3 minutes- very easily. Sometimes I feel sorry for the people Im comfortable enough to talk with like that. Luckily it's not that many.
Why are you afraid of going to the doc? Childhood nightmares? Afraid of needles? :)
Not sure why I don't particularly care much for the doctor; it probably does have to do with some early on bad experiences. I remember that I used to hate the strep test, with the stick & cotton swab being put down my throat. I used to resist this, to the point of 4 people having to hold a little kid down, to do the swab.
My mom's dog used to shake when we drove him to the vet, and we got into that neighborhood, and he began to recognize the area as we got closer. He must have had some bad experiences, too!
I also used to fear clowns. That makeup, that pasted-on smile; you never knew what was really going on behind all of that. And, that raucous, loud laughter. Now, I'm almost 6ft. tall, 195lbs. I could kick most clowns ass! (except maybe some steroid taking, karate practicing one, but what's funny about a clown like that!)
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