New York
string theory
i ran across a girl i had such a crush on in college through friendster. so now when it's late in the office i think about it. what we could have been
New York
i ran across a girl i had such a crush on in college through friendster. so now when it's late in the office i think about it. what we could have been
New York
Jun and I had dinner on Sunday after watching Kill Bill vol. 1. The conversation relentlessly turned to what we wanted in the opposite sex.
New York
The monotony of work kills enough of my brain cells so that I don't really have to think about all the other crap that's going on.
New York
The speaker halts and makes another joke. Except this time, it's about a typo in the graph on screen. My graph.
New York
I am here though. I’m here in my cubicle at 5:20 am and not anywhere near that place where the sun laughs and pieces of my childhood I carry in my pocket so I can smile when I want to.
Twentysomething
I suspect that’s what I needed to do with my life. Stop breaking it down to individual parts and let it blur. Who is to say that the blurred picture is less desirable than the clear static image?
New York
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New York
taking a weekend trip to new england with candace. open roads, open skies, turning of summer, leaves, brooks, forestsbeacheslighthouses - hills and bridges and man it's going to be walden.. weee..
Twentysomething
porn n' ice cream. don't need em. don't really want em'. they're kinda bad for you. but fun? eh
New York
There was an incident yesterday. On the N train, heading uptown. North to home, to dinner, to another normal night of whatevers and whatnots.
New York
if only girls knew what went on inside the testosterone-addled malfunctioning male brain.
New York
happiness is like peeing in your pants. everyone can see it and you can sure feel it.