Monday, October 22, 2001
Friday, October 19, 2001
Anyone who's ever tried to talk with me in a bar will find this familiar. Except that I do it without a soundtrack.
Thursday, October 18, 2001
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
deep fried love
About a year ago, I went to Japan, in cahoots with the International Date Line to delay turning 30 by a few hours. Everywhere I went, someone was cooking takomaki in a small storefront. I finally caved and tried the roasted octopus balls, and ended up fleeing to a McDonald's. Now there's a takomaki joint in the East Village. Trust me, they're no better on this coast.
Furniture porn
Just like your poor, neglected bichon, your furniture acts up when you leave it home alone too often.
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