Why Aren't Millennials Selling Their Hair To Purchase Their Boyfriend A Watch Fob Only To Discover That Their Boyfriend Has Sold His Watch To Purchase Them Hair Combs Rendering Both Gifts Useless But Creating Tangible Proof Of Their Love For Each Other (Though Now They Are Broke)
I hate the crossword. If someone asked me in person to name "Someone getting dressed for lunch?" and then they smiled wryly and said "salad" I would ruin their life
I really loved your piece this week. But I noticed that even though the story takes place at night, you never mention Dracula at all. You might consider setting the story in the daytime, or telling us that Dracula's on vacation
The notes app is a uniquely melancholy place where banal tasks like "buy paper towels" live next to incoherent, sad aspirations like "become more like safdie brothers" (??)
(me on the computer) (posting photo of 3 peas in a pod) Look at this three bedroom apartment in Brooklyn I found. Hee hee hee
(Dracula who i let into my house) vat
Every time I read a book I count the # of sentences with a positive moral value and the # of sentences with a negative moral value. If there are more neg than pos I mail the author anthrax and if there are more pos than neg I reread the book every day for the rest of my life
It was a hot, humid summer. The summer we wanted to unzip our sweaty skin and step out of it like so many ill-fitting suits we wore to interviews. The summer girls became women and boys became dogs. Reagan was president. Or was he? Now it's time for my second paragraph.
Once I was in a reading of a new play. The director as an icebreaker asked us each to say a regret we had. I said I wished I were closer to my brother and then the woman after me said as a child she kicked her dog until it passed out. Then we did the reading which was a comedy
A button next to Twitter's "like" button, shaped like a spiral. When you click it, it forces the person who posted the tweet to make a ten-minute video explaining why they posted it, the intention behind it. You can press the button once in your life
Accidentally wore my New Yorker tote with my Murakami shirt with my LRB scrunchie with my Ben Lerner shoes with my DFW chest tat with my Joan Didion bindle
My son [14M] is dealing with feelings of regret and shame after attending his middle school formal and being peer pressured by Kool and the Gang [70M, 71M, 68M, 71M, 67M, 69M, 70M, 67M, 68M, 69M, 68M, 78M, 80M] into dancing