Here is a brief story about a place I used to rent. Looking back now I can say it was a quaint and cozy studio, but recalling the day I signed my lease I can also tell you I cried. I was moving from a spacious river-view tower apartment to some 300 square feet of old, dirty, direct-access-to-the-back-alley space. It was one … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2012
St. Valentine, you punk. . .
Unless there is a big fat sign reading PUMPKIN SPICE in front of Starbucks, I’m not a frequent customer. But today, this day of all blessed holidays, the tribute to St. Valentine (not) I thought I would go to Starbucks and purchase a less than mediocre drink because surely they will have Valentine’s cups. You … Continue reading
Dear men. (I wanted to include "angry vaginas" in the title but couldn’t come up with anything witty)
I probably think you’re an asshole before we’ve met. Part of me wants to be sorry about that but the rest of me remembers what experience has taught me. Which is that you are probably an asshole and I’ll find out soon enough. I’ve been sorry in the past- sorry that I hold my past … Continue reading