Let * be Bruno.

Let <> be Philadelphia, while [] is New York City.

Watch this:

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Back on sunday, troopers.

I wonder how many thoughts I fail from thinking every second. For every thought I choose to have, and maybe keep for a few minutes, there are infinite more I am ignoring. How many of these infinite paths are better and more productive than the one I choose to entertain? Assuming there are infinite thoughts better and worse than every thought I ( Read more... )

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As the impulsive and gallivanting weekend comes to a close, open are the doors of illness.

Never have I been so sick in college. I can barely think straight, noticeable by my increased use of passive sentences, and I'm afraid of drinking purchased Nyquil for fear that I'll sleep through the next decade.

I never understood Rip Van ( Read more... )

I think I have been poisoned. Could my website be so controversial as to elicit such wrath from my enemies? I feel ridiculously nauseous and my stomach is on the verge of becoming...origami.

Concept of the Day/Week: MetroPigeonHas any one else seen these interesting creatures? I was coming home today from some much-needed center city romping when ( Read more... )

I liken my journal to the throat of a mate-seeking bullfrog. If one is willing to interpret the expansion of said throat as the series of day or weeks in which I update, and the subsequent contraction as the days or weeks in which I do not ( Read more... )

Daily Pennsylvanian denounces internet addiction.I am a proud internet addict. The internet keeps me aware of global shenanigans, allows me to converse with the small percentage of people currently alive who I actually enjoy talking to, and grants me the ability to force the voting populace of Uruguay to do my homework for me ( Read more... )

I'm glad I was in no condition to do anything related to singing and dancing on the morning I was supposed to audition for Mask and Wig. I was temporarily blinded by their century-old buildings and shows and traditions and all the other crap, but now I am quite relieved not to have gone. Those guys have time for absolutely nothing, and that club ( Read more... )

I have run out of socks, pants, shirts, patience and dignity.

Two hours ago: Bruno, you´re going to DC tomorrow for a story ( Read more... )

Writing a newspaper article can be likened to giving birth to an incredibly obese baby through your eustachian tube. It begins with an idea that seems simple enough, an idea which, when an attempt to transform it from ethereal potential into concrete form is performed, should easily slide through the channels of creation and into reality ( Read more... )