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Because NYU didn't have a real team, Ainsley and I choose our college basketball allegiances by comparing jersey hues and mascot enthusiasm. |
Another bike ride in this weather? I'd rather eat a lava sandwich. Fuck the environment, I want a car. |
Twitter is by far the largest circle jerk I've been in, and I went to art school. At least here I don't have to shield my face. |
Archery improves all. Example: Dr. Phil is great, but he'd be even better with my carbon-shafted arrow protruding from his left eye socket. |
Seeing DJ Bobbito drop samba. He made my 1st real mixtape, plucked from Fat Beats NYC in '97. Back when I was still wet behind the earbuds. |
On the bus: "If I graduate I swear to God. There's gonna be change. Not like when I first got out of jail. Zay don't understand this." |
It's true. @AinsleyofAttack and I will be relocating to Oklahoma, the reddest state. Seat belts and reasons here: http://tinyurl.com/5l43th |
My bedroom is an ever-evolving obstacle course that I frequently fail. |
The less authentic the burrito, the higher its price. Mo' money = mo' problems. |
Fuck superfluous profanity. |
There's a moth in here, slapping drunkenly against the bare bulb. I'm naming him Icarus and building him wings of bus transfers and earwax. |
Typical Portland: this cafe is playing an album from the band Of Montreal. Next door, a former member of the same band is slinging coffee. |
For a tiny bald man, I sure have a bunch of hair. |
My space heater works too well. I fall asleep cozy, but wake up with one pajama leg entangled in a solar flare. |
Every parent seems to have a long explanation for their child's name. To save myself time, I'm naming my first kid "Whoops." |
It's always at some point between eating out my girlfriend and going to meet a new client that I realize I'm out of toothpaste. |
Sipping absinthe for the first time while I play records at Moloko in NoPo for the last time. Come out with your gum out, watch me dumb out. |
Sniffing a Sharpie doesn't color my vision like I remember. This one's a dud. Use red so if you get too eager it'll look like a nosebleed. |
Getting mocked by two teenage girls in the Lloyd Center Mall Food Court. Wish Ainsley were here to beat them up. |
My homoerotic jokes suck dick. |
