is in nyc
is in nyc
is in nyc
maybe flying solo after work.
maybe flying solo after work.
glad he somehow avoided hangovertown on his trip into Thursday
in South Beach
Trite sonofabitch. Jesus, who let me go on about the past five years? Really? I sounded like some sort of Tracey Gold meets Ghost World Afterschool Special. “Quick! Hide the exacto– he’s a cutter!” Jeeze. Work somehow managed to mumbo-mojo me back into good spirits– one part tobacco and one part good company. Libations later…
Sorry, princess, this is my house. When I came home from vacation there were beer bottles on my coffee table, my pasta had been eaten, cocktails had been made and not cleaned up… my house was worst than how I left it (which is sayin’ something, bitches). Lee broke in through the fire escape and…
I’m leaving for paradise in about four minutes. Long flight, but long stay. See ya’ll in a week.
Today has been a day of reflection unlike any I’ve had in recent memory. We celebrated Easter with the typical trappings of baskets and fake green grass that has been the tradition for every year I’ve been alive. A lot of time has passed since 1996. Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin, Uncle Mark, Mom, Dad and…
Interesting week. Had my meeting with the dean. That didn’t go as well as I would have liked– apparently Sara Strom had something different to say than the rest of us. And there was an error on the police report saying that Dan and I admitted to drinking and smoking marijuana. We admitted to neither….