July 2010
“Italian men are very passionate. but I didn’t like that they had to have...”
– it gets better and better
“i didn’t have sex with a girl. but I felt her boob… with my tongue.”
– anonymous. totally anonymous. but I’m sure you can guess.
June 2010
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live blogging today! one day only, people!
i thought about live blogging today. you know, like ‘here i am at work and i’m blogging about live blogging.’
and ‘it’s a beautiful day outside, people!’
i just typed out chicken fingers in a text message and that is disgusting to type or say: chicken fingers. ga-ross.
‘i’m so hungry! now i’m starving!’
‘now i just took advil...
“holy shit. look at that arachnid.”
– it was huge.
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i come to this snow sanctuary all the time!
i’m currently playing the legend of zelda: spirit tracks on my nintendo ds. it’s cute and colorful and i’m slightly embarrassed pulling it out on planes to play, but whatever, it’s cute and colorful. fran recently bought the game oblivion for his playstation.
he’s obsessed.
but who am i to judge? as a gamer myself, i understand how it is to be sucked into another...
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sunday night blues with guest blogger silvia
silvia is over, so welcome silvia, my sunday night guest blogger. i sit her down on the zebra rug and write out our conversation. we listen to bob dylan, too. silvia is wearing a little dress with brown and orange. i wear a blue hoodie. hood up. here is the conversation:
Graham: silvia, say the first thing that comes to your mind? Silvia: To my mind, um? No. Second street. is the best street in...
“boobs. balls. they both start with b.”
– you know who you are.
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welcome to the dollhouse
awhile ago, i met an artist. her work was very colorful. VERY colorful. big paintings of matte grey elephants wearing electric blue and lavender party hats and yellow sparkly pon poms glued on as earrings. bright pink mice drinking tea and crossing teeny tiny legs with striped socks. the teacups had little pulls of white cotton balls that looked like steam. and there was glitter on most...
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freedom trail mix
i decided to take the freedom trail while in boston. i started at the old south meeting house. for those of you who don’t know what the old south meeting house is, it’s where boston’s citizens met time and time again to demand their rights from british officials.
now you know.
this is really not the true start of the freedom trail, but it was the closest to where i was, so i...
“i that it’s a fancy burnt potato. it tastes horrible.”
– what a shame
