Some of you may be wondering how the blog got its name...
In high school my dear, crazy, platonic friend John and I were inseparable. We did everything together - well except for what most high school age teens of the opposite sex were doing. We watched movies, went to concerts, went shopping, out to eat, terrorized the late-night staff at Wal-Mart, and talked about everything under the sun...you get the picture.
He had this obsession with duct tape. Even made a wallet out of the stuff. I remember he would keep rolls of the stuff for no apparent reason. Teenage boys are just an enigma.
After a particularly bad break-up, he told me "Duct tape fixes everything - except for broken hearts".
John has since moved away to sunny California and is happily married. I am living back in my high school bedroom in my hometown and wouldn't be writing this blog if I weren't so incredibly single.
But I've never forgotten my friend's odd piece of advice.
Duct tape might not fix broken hearts - but awesome friends are a great salve!
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