23 today. The oldest I've ever been, but it still sounds frighteningly young.

Did you know that the swirling smoke from a cigarette follows the same as-yet-mathematically-undefinable pattern of chaos as ocean waves? That's the only reason I smoke, I swear. Empirical research. I sacrifice for science.

RUMSFELD JUST STEPPED DOWN!!!!!!

No matter what your political affiliation is, you can't help but love that.

walking home from work tonight, the rain was so fine that I could only see it falling through the umbrella-shaped patches of air lit by the streetlights. the drops were so numerous and delicate that I didn't feel each impact, but instead walked in a fine, misty gauze. the umbrellas seemed like blasphemy.

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ganked from Timmy a long time ago:

Tell me three things you've always wanted to ask me. I'll do my best to answer truthfully and completely. After you're done, post this on your journal.

1. Overtipping, even if you radically can't afford it, is always a good idea. There's something close to magic in the way that parting with a few extra dollars can make a cab driver's, or waiter's, or whomever's day, not to mention your own. It's a human gesture, a way to tacitly recognize that you see someone as a person and not an automaton for ( Read more... )

okay, this is something that's been bothering me for a while. how on earth can a magazine called "high times," which features on the cover a saucy-looking woman clutching a giant clump of weed in her fist, be able to be sold openly in every nyc newsstand? I thought that the government sent poor, hapless minorities to jail for selling, owning, or ( Read more... )

Song lyric from "Paranoid Android" (Radiohead): Violent, Sexual, or Both?

"When I am king, you will be first against the wall"

I can't decide.

I love New York. I love everything about it. I love the artificial day created by the streetlights, I love the subways with their chaotic mixes of rich, poor, and broken people all pressed into the same space, I love the salty taste of the cigarette in my mouth as I walk the last block towards home. It is home now, I think. When I walk into my ( Read more... )