Before Facebook, there was Friendster. Before Friendster, there was Xanga. Before Xanga, there were AIM status messages. Before AIM status messages, there were binoculars. Sometime during my freshman year in college, I realized that I was predisposed to what people call ‘creepy, stalker tendencies.’ These came naturally to me. At a huge, sprawling university filled […]
Continue reading →I’ve had chronic insomnia on and off since 2004. It really sucks. During some of my worst nights, I’ve resorted to the following: -vigorous kicking -silent crying -loud, audible crying -reading old college course readers -singing songs from my Lutheran elementary school days -driving to the 24 hour Kinkos One night around 4am, I decided […]
Continue reading →My boyfriend thinks my closet is bottomless. Bottomless, maybe. But attractive? Not always. This past weekend we were on a mission to go to a club. A real club – not a hipster douche bag one in the Mission, where I tend to frequent because I can unashamedly wear a v-neck t-shirt and my beat […]
Continue reading →It was around 6:15pm, and I was hurriedly making my way down the Montgomery station’s steps to catch my train. Naturally, I was also engrossed in a book, because reading and crossing busy streets make me feel dangerous. The L was coming! My eyes lit up as I tossed my book into my fake Italian […]
Continue reading →Today I got into a bit of a quagmire. There are 4 bathroom stalls on my floor. I was in stall number 2, minding my own business. Getting shit done. (Not that kind of shit). Like the sound of a dying llama, strained grunting and moaning (extremely nonsexual) suddenly emerged from stall number 1. Typical […]
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