the cover of today's new york post depicted a huge freeze-framed shot of the latest NYU suicide, mid-air, falling to her death.

I hate the way the world operates.

a few weeks ago i was escorted out of "g" - a lightly lit (ha ha) fag bar in chelsea. after collecting my belongings, i noticed that I still had a decent amount of my long island ice tea left. With my eyes open about an eighth of an inch, i drunkenly slurred at the bouncer, "you can't make me leave til' ah finish mah drink. ah paid fo' this shit. i ( Read more... )

For the past two hours I've been studying at Bobst. Forty-five minutes ago, the power in Bobst when out, sending most of its attendants elsewhere. A few brave souls, myself included, decided to brave the electricity-free library and huddle together at tables positioned near windows ( Read more... )

On Tuesday morning I went to;the Mud Truck at Astor Place as I do every morning. In my opinion, the Mud Truck offers the best coffee in New York City. Period. Plus, a cup of coffee at the Truck costs the same as the Foldger's Crystals most people pick up from one of the many food carts for the guy/gal on the "go". The Mud Truck employees are ( Read more... )

the day began with me rushing to the city to make copies of various chapters from "The HOuse on Mango Street" which would supplant the boring "reading comprehension" selections my students typically read each week ( Read more... )

you know what's amazing? the male pigeon mating dance. his neck feather expand. he begins to circle the female pigeon, bobbing his engorged neck up and down, making their delightful 'coo coo'. in dublin, i would sit on a step and watch them perform the ritual for extended amounts of time. ha ( Read more... )

i have been sick since sunday, and i have not had sex since sunday as well. durrrr. masturbating while sick is never that fun, albeit essential to my survival ( Read more... )

once, I had sex with a guy from the internet whose screen name was PartyPig.

does that mean that partook in bestiality?

everything changes in chicago. stepping outside of my actual life offers time for reflection; time to ponder the intricate details of my current life and all the history that fused together to form this thing called 'me'. this particular holiday visit has been unlike any other. rust, manifested by postmodern awareness, has slowly grown upon the ( Read more... )

last final done. was tired prior to. took stacker....oops. felt anxious throughout the exam. questioned myself. god life sucks ( Read more... )