A year's passing makes it easy to forget how INCREDIBLY FUCKING ANNOYING tourists are during the holidays. But there they were last night... walking all stupid and slow, clogging up the sidewalks with their glazed-over eyes, shopping bags, and general urban befuddlement. Do they have walking where you come from?!?! MOVE!!! Holy shit, I will ( Read more... )

On Tuesday, November 30th--my first day back to work after Thanksgiving with L--I was let go from the job. I worked there exactly 6 weeks and in that time said, "You need a lawyer," at least 3 times a week. I suppose they finally got the message. The reason given was that they were "going in another direction." A lawyer direction, I reckon. ( Read more... )

(you might want to skip this post, fellas... fair warning ( Read more... )

Let me distinguish between two main points regarding Michigan (because I had to consider this for myself as well ( Read more... )

 Conversation with a friend about L, my sweet red-headed farmer in Michigan:

Me: Yeah, he's really something.  He's got 60 acres he's turning into an organic farm and a giant art experiment.  Growing food and making art, now who does that sound like...?

Friend: Oh, K.  I'm going to miss you!  *hugs me*

Me: Wait, what?

Friend: Just go!  You're already ( Read more... )

My absence has been more party-related than medical. I took it easy last weekend, but this week is yet another action-packed stretch of summer mischief and intrigue. My friends are dependable and fun. I'm dating two or three guys and a couple (looking high and low for an unattached woman though--so hard to find!). And! I still manage to work ( Read more... )

Yup, it was another power-packed, ridiculously fun weekend. This time I got started a little early ( Read more... )

Summer in Brooklyn and NYC at large is on... and on and on. For instance, last weekend went something like ( Read more... )

Really quick: spent six days in San Francisco and loved it. Mainly I was in the Castro with a friend, visiting mutual friends; we go back to college and high school days. The Castro, by the way, rocks. While I was there I was reading The Ethical Slut, in which the Castro is declared a sex-positive neighborhood. Why, yes it is. Emphatically yes ( Read more... )

It seems I'm dating one of the smartest damn people I've ever had the joy (and mild frustration, I'll admit) of dating. Undergrad in Mathematics, Master's in Economics, highly cerebral job, verbal acrobat... Shew! We never have enough to talk about, and it's at such a breakneck pace. What's somewhat balancing is that he's an extrovert to my ( Read more... )