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Day 2: The buckles

January 13, 2009

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Yeah, I’m sticking with this painstaking transcription, even though clearly hardly any of the 82 permitted people read the last one. Well, it can just be a diary then.I spent most of the morning with DNA, a man who is so profoundly strange and unusual that I should have felt no surprise when he announced […]

February 20, 2008

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For those of you staying up at night worrying about my romantic well-being: yesterday I had a dream in which M suddenly announced that he wanted to get back together and I was immediately struck with panic and experienced exactly the same trapped feeling I had back then. In the dream, man! I am willing […]

Swigging with Scots

February 8, 2008

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Another day, another carefully averted hangover. My usual method of doing so is to throw up before I go to bed and take an aspirin; then wake up at 4:30 am and drink way more water and check my mail. I tell you, fool proof. The internet has a therapeutic quality at that hour. The […]

The Epicure

November 29, 2007

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Every Wednesday some people I know go to La Bodega for what they call Wet ‘n’ Wild Wednesdays. I only went once, but yesterday I was on a beer roll and so Spaz and I moved on to there, where some 20 people were in attendance and in very high spirits. We sat down and […]

This post is a shemale

September 22, 2007

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As you can tell, female friendship has been on my mind lately. I suppose this was partly caused by that trip to Sharm, wherein I wallowed, lolled and frolicked in a pool of testosterone. I emerged from it gasping and mewling “I need boobs!” weakly. I did it in my head, though. Also, for the […]

The post-prandial puzzle

September 15, 2007

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I was kind of looking forward to Ramadan as a period of enforced detoxification, which I figure I need. I am determined to enjoy it as well: I intend to rip the head right off anyone who sexually/religiously harasses me on the street (I’ve already had one such incident but I only saw the gallabeya-clad […]

September 2, 2007

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Some days ago we were over at a friend’s place (let’s call him Rocker Broker Guy) and we decided to order food. After I gave him my order I said “and you remember what the most important thing is, right?” “Lots of ketchup,” he parroted. He is well familiar with my disgusting eating habits. “Right. […]