Today, from a distance, I saw you ( Read more... )

So, I guess the final word is this: don't let your future be destroyed by your past ( Read more... )

My philosophy on emails, phone calls, IMs, etc. from past girlfriends or boyfriends that you know are "risky":

If you're ready to accept and deal with the mess you will create, write/call/IM back.
If you are happy and you are living a life you wouldn't want to see disrupted, then don't ( Read more... )

Today the closest I felt to another human being was when...
How would you complete that sentence?

Today the closest I felt to another human being was when Professor Heacox mentioned Nabokov and Hitler in the same sentence. Then we discovered that Pale Fire was one of our favorite books. I dedicate Sonnets 1-17 to Professor Heacox ( Read more... )

Lopez remarked today after seeing my "Prose Before Hos" shirt that Shakespeare's not much of a prose guy. I guess he's got a point. He suggested Henry James; I now counter with no less than Jane Fuckin' Austen ( Read more... )

I love, immensely incurably inexplicably LOVE! the song "Mr. Jones" by Counting Crows. I feel the same way about "Santaria" by Sublime, "Beautiful Day" by U2, "Video Killed the Radio Star" by the Buggles, "Bittersweet Symphony" (Bitter Sweet?) by The Verve, "Praise You" by Fatboy Slim, and "Blister in the Sun" by the Violent Femmes ( Read more... )

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of ( Read more... )

I love Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies.

The woman on the cover of the latest issue of CondeNast traveler looks like a famine victim. She is, honestly, nothing more than a heap of bones with two mosquito bites for breasts held together by a rather unflattering white bathing suit. When I first picked up the magazine and I noticed her sitting on the prow of a boat, I immediately assumed ( Read more... )

There is nothing worse than girls who lie about chest size. Seriously. If you are a B, you are a goddamn B. If you are a B+ or B-, you are a B. Do not round up to C. If you own 10 B-cup bras and happen to have 1 C-cup bra lying around somewhere, you are not a C. Get over it. Do not lie. Everyone can tell that your chest is actually smaller! ( Read more... )