HBO Original Series: Everybody Gets Laid Except You. Would you prefer the upper class, penis comparing, borderline anorexia in the women of Sex in the City? Perhaps The Wire is more your speed, where Jimmy McNulty drinks Jameson by the bottle without so much as denting his physique, and taking all of Baltimore to bed with a mere wink? There's ( Read more... )

Do you even know I'm in Idaho?

I work with a girl who appears to be very depressed. She always looks completely miserable at work, whenever I take lunch with her she makes it a point to stare off into the distance, and the other day I found a napkin with drawings of broken hearts and crying faces. Occasionally she'll start singing, a full operatic alto, something she clearly ( Read more... )

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Reciprocate. Respond.

It's true what they say, you know. You never go through a dark place learning any of the things you wanted to. I've yet to learn how to accept myself, how to adapt a positive outlook, how to use my character flaws to an advantage. And I've no idea how to cook or how to drum convincingly. But I've learned all kinds of things about myself that I wish ( Read more... )

The small hours of the morning are a lot to ask of somebody without a drink.

Dear internet, I'm 27, and so what?

Christopher.

Someone stop the ride, please.

I'm ready to get off.

What a week. I scarcely know where to begin.

So, of course, instead of journaling about it, or just contemplating it, I'm going to listen to headphones, play the pentatonic scale, have a drink, and hope I forget it in the morning.