Archives mensuelles : mars 2013

Highschool Friend Paul

« Happy Good Friday! » He said. Then in the next breath: « Fuck the Catholics! » « Fuck everyone, » I said. « why just the Catholics? » He was chopping a Spanish onion, but turned around to smirk. « You’re right. » He said. Well I’ve heard that … Lire la suite

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A Mediocre Post. Sorry.

The shitty thing about long pauses between posts is that too many noteworthy things happen and how on Earth am I to decide which of them to write about if I am uncharacteristically fortunate enough to remember them all? So … Lire la suite

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Hairdryers Are Awesome

Thank goodness for the loud hum of the hairdryer to block out the Incessant Blathering of these two women, one short and fat, one tall and slim, in the changeroom at the gym this morning. It was like they had … Lire la suite

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These Melancholy Moments

Finally home from New York. That Sweet, Baby-faced Intimate Encounter Who Won’t Go Away picked me up from the airport and dropped me off. Like I said, he’s sweet. Eleven years too young for me, but sweet. And when I say … Lire la suite

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An Unlikely Afterword on New York City

You know, I think I actually thought I was going to write daily posts about all the lovely things I was doing each day during my trip to New York this past week. A typical today-I-did-blah-blah-blah type of thing. It’s … Lire la suite

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Molfetta & The Plain Cheese Pizza

Dear, Diary. Hi. I’m fat. Not by your standards but by mine. They’re high. I only ran once during this week in New York. A measly eleven kilometers to balance out all the terrible, terrible food I ate. Chinese take-out, … Lire la suite

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I Need a Favour. Bitch.

I remember writing in my first or second post that after starting this blog I had worried that I might run out of interesting things to talk about. See. You don’t need to be wacked out on drugs to entertain … Lire la suite

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