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It had always thought of itself as it. At least it started that way. When it talked to itself in the privacy of its own mind, another human habit it picked up along the way, it referred to itself as it. Unless it thought of itself as we, which quite frankly scared the living crap out of it whenever it realized what it was doing ( Read more... )

Me: Hey man, do you have a picnic basket or a cooler bag I can borrow ( Read more... )

"I'm sorry, I know we're fifteen minutes into the date and it's a little late for this. But if I don't say it, I'll be thinking it for the rest of the night until I'll be so distracted I might bite my tongue or gibber unintelligibly or call you by the wrong name ( Read more... )

Things I'm Not Doing Because I'm Saving Money ( Read more... )

NY ( Read more... )

One of my housemates complained that there was an angry black woman at the terrorism symposium she attended yesterday. She said the woman didn't look crazy but kept trying to shout at everyone about slavery, completely off-topic. My housemate, in her exasperation, told me she wanted to tell the offender that she was reconsidering slavery if it ( Read more... )

August 5, 2011 ( Read more... )

I'm sitting in a room. The room is in a house built over a hundred years ago. The house is on street lined with trees and brownstones. The street is in a neighborhood called Harlem. The neighborhood is on an island called Manhattan. The island is in a city called New York ( Read more... )

There comes a point in the degeneration of a bedroom when the piles of unfolded laundry, year old souvenirs, and assorted detritus utterly takeover and it ceases to be, well, a bedroom. That point is when you wake up in the morning and realize that the bed is lower than the piles. At that point the whole area can be called a storage unit, a bodega ( Read more... )