Archive for November, 2001
My entire body aches. I think a viper bit me in my sleep.
Let’s be honest: supercult.com isn’t doing anything new. Porn is porn, right? Well, not exactly. It seems they have a policy (or at least a tendency) to photograph girls in their natural state — i.e. not boobed up, airbrushed, highly waxed, etc. Founder Chase’s interest is in having “girls with subculture ties: Mods, indy kids, [...]
Right now in my living room: two boys, drinking 40-ouncers, one girlfriend (passed out). They boys are listening to ‘Hand in Glove’ by The Smiths. Roommate says to his friend, “This song is totally about being gay.”
Sometimes I like to pretend that I am 16 again, and so I do things like listen to The Softies and doodle in a marble notebook. I kept a marble notebook as a journal when I was 16 — I inscribed in it bad, bad poetry, and later, observations and rants on the condition of [...]
Just when you thought you weren’t terrorized
Published: November 16th, 2001Categories: Fiction
Comments: 2
In western Brooklyn, near Red Hook, the BQE is an elevated highway, towering over the streets below. Nearby, the F train comes up from underground as it leaves Carroll Gardens. The two run vaguely parallel — you can see one from the other — and they’re both up pretty high. This afternoon, during a nap, [...]
GRE and underwear
Published: November 15th, 2001Categories: Fiction, My Ridiculous Life
Comments: 0
Apparently the fashion world needs another fashion show: The Victoria’s Secret fashion show. A few minutes ago, on television, several women were parading about in white undergarments with angelic wings strapped to their backs; one angel was being lowered from the ceiling, flapping her golden wings, spreading her nicely tanned thighs out over the audience. [...]
Guess who found a webcam?
Don’t get all worked up yet; I found it last night on the PC that my Dad and brother share, which means it’s at home, with my Dad and brother. So I spent half the night playing with it, sending pics to Danny, who was up all night, too. I also [...]
Okay, fine. So my site has been nearly dead for several hours, though I don’t think it much matters due to the low traffic. Someone emailed me this morning asking if they could use my photography for their band’s flyers. Weird. Another email that I received this morning, and every morning, was Dictionary.com’s Word of [...]
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