SUGAR HIGH, MEGA THIGH!

Whenever I eat cookies I fall into a sugar high (sugar low?) and swivel in my seat as I bust out improvised song lyrics or free style poetic rap-estries (You know, like, Tapestries…) and disregard the seams of my pants rubbing deeper and deeper into my inner thighs. Not that I care though, I’ve got cookies. No, something beyond cookies. […]

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the bloating never diminishes.

It’s finally the Holiday Season. Time for excessive repeat plays of Real Estate, drunkenly hugging the Christmas Trees on Hudson Street, and finding the Holiday magic in Walgreens with its 80 cent packs of expired Candy Corn. Meanwhile, the rest of Manhattan’s loading up with projected displays on 5th Avenue and overpriced Christmas Markets with […]

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talk goes a long way, but then again, so does a really great personality.

For the past two Holiday seasons, my shopping sprees for Friends and Family have always amounted to about 22 dollars. Last year, I scavenged offices and work places for extra burnable CDs laying around, and then invested $10 on iTunes for cool, cheeky,  probably-wished-it-came-out-of-Portland music; A crap ton of Bon Iver, a Bjork single from […]

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THANKSGIVING.

I’m talking about the Holiday two days after the fact but my body’s still bloated and I’ve got liquified corn soufflé rushing through my veins so it’s totally fine. I suppose I underestimated the task at hand when I promised my residents that I’d cook an entire Thanksgiving Dinner for the holiday. It was to […]

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¡OBAMAÑANA! (Or the time our president got reelected and i was stuck at a bar that didn’t card.)

I took a two day slumber away from writing even though collectively I’ve only slept about ten hours the past two nights. My eyes are starting to sag and I’m looking like I should be looking a month from now; not now.  So, the Election came about on Tuesday evening and as a homeboy from Miami-Dade […]

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