I’m not good at goodbyes. And by “not good,” I mean I tend to avoid them all together (One big exception would be crying in an alley with my little before I abandoned her to study abroad, but I digress…). With a major chapter of my life coming to a...
I went out last night. Some friend of a friend knew a promoter that offered free vodka all night and free entry to a club that typically has a $40 cover and where the cheapest bottle is $300. I spent $4 for my coat check. Anyway, the place was...
I’ve spent the last umpteen hours and days and months driving towards that pinprick in the horizon, that neat little microscopic point where everything comes together. … There, that “vanishing point,” that’s were everything makes sense. It’s my rainbow and I’m constantly chasing it. How am I, amateur navigator that...
I had lunch on Friday with an editor for Esquire magazine that I met through an extended 6-degrees-esque connection. Over lunch, we discussed writing and journalism and life and general “brain barf.” And he mentioned that he walks to work every day because the 2+ mile walk provides him an...
I dyed my hair yesterday. The act always makes me feel powerful and sexy. It’s not as though I dyed it anything crazy (well… it’s still auburn-ish red, but dyeing it the same color its been for 2 months is hardly crazy), but I can’t help but get a little...
I started writing more poetry during the excruciatingly late nights in the news room. While I waited for edits, I brain barfed uncensored poetry into gmail drafts and lazily sent them off to friends and critics. Some are more eloquent than others, some more passionate than others. Some rhyme, most...
Sometimes, when it’s been a while since I last wrote, I get physically agitated. I’m anxious and cloudy and feeling like I’m dangling outside of the physical realm. I realize how, well, ridiculous that sounds, but it’s almost as though there’s so much that needs to come out. And all...
Apparently, if a guy is compatible, he’s probably compatible with other people too. A punch to the stomach, but regardless… maybe I will go for craziness, after all....
I was sitting with my girlfriend the other day talking about relationships. We both find ourselves in healthy, simple relationships right now… None of the crazy lusty heartbreakinghappiness of infatuated relationships. Let me preface by saying that I’m probably not the most trustworthy opinion on the relationship front; I have...
Alright, I know I’m about 15 years behind on the whole Ally McBeal thing, but I must say… she’s amazing. And I’m addicted. Ally is a complete freak! She’s funny and awkward and neurotic and psychoanalyzes every minute Freudian slip. She gets caught up in the moment and she changes...