Not to mention blogging

I know I'm busy because I haven't read dlisted or watched y&r in a week. I am again booked solid from 9am til the trains start running stupid. And when I get one of those one- or two-hour breaks in the middle of the day, I resent the uselessness of it, too much time and not enough. I've decided that I refuse to let the reading group, 2 classes, and 3 jobs take over my life, so I simply accept every invite. Come with me to my friend's send-off to Berlin? Yes. Beckett matinee this weekend? Yes. Drink after class? Yes. Art show downtown? Yes. Wait - is there booze?

Tonight the best plan below 14th street is three buck chuck and delivery Chinese food with Grace. Hands dowwwn.

I am here to help

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News: I may be boring

The other night we were hurrying through the cold between smoking a joint at so-and-so's and going dancing at [place], when my eye caught the interior of some dimly-lit bistro. And I paused to gaze enviously through the windows at the sedate little scene... Then a few nights ago I went to a party and I was lame. I mean, I have no problem with substance abuse and debauch. I'll even throw my back into it. But lately, I don't have the verve. I just want to steadily get drunk while people tell me good stories.

Yeah, it's finally happened

The other night I came home, and there was a very particular kind of rustling sound under the kitchen sink (mouse), and I –– yelled... at.. it.

Oh, I also clapped. But I guess neither of those things worked, because I heard it again a few nights later. There are no mouse poops in my house, there's no evidence of any food being eaten - it's pretty clear this bastard doesn't live here but in the walls or with my neighbour. So what do I do? Should I set traps and kill it, or should I just try to deter it from visiting? Bear in mind when formulating your answers that I am a coward.

Har har, Montrose

It's truly unfortunate that my only camera is a camera phone, but Imma walk you through this one. People rip shapes into the ads posted in the subway stations. Usually penises, obvs. But rarely are they so lucky as to have the ad underneath be flesh-coloured, with fortuitous shading, and a play on the word flute.

Notice, moreover, that it was only handed in a year late

It says: "I would have given you an a+ if such a grade were allowed"

SMS highlight reel, vol. 8

Meet me at my café in EXACTLY 20 seconds.

Haha! Theres a vagina-dentata movie out. Reminded me of your blog.

Oh lady, i dont know what id do without you. Xoxo

Sorry I missed you tonight. Way to stick the knife into what’s-her-name at the talk btw. See ya around.

RIP Heath Ledger. Per New York Times. [sent at an impressive 5:04 pm]

Haha- i dare you to touch his phallus.

I am eating the biggest brownie w ice cream ever!

I an em

Lets do it. ill call [redacted] and its on. I mean shes not single but shes still a whore ya know? hehe. we will do it up!

last night slayed me. Best ever.

Way to go, lady! Keep up the good, self-preserving and self-validating work. !

Surely it is no longer tenable to consider class divisions spiritually hierarchical if idleness is no longer cultivated as an artform.

And you’ve looked bangin the whole time, what a waste. My condolences.