The king of jogging, my roommate, has migrated to Oslo, and my homelife will never be the same. He left me a bottle of spirits, chess board, and a typewriter. The typewriter and I have been getting acquainted. I type with her and I can feel...
Maybe it was the lunar eclipse seeping into our beer. Maybe it was me feeling exhausted and bummed after a long graduation day filled with me giving speeches, having flash-backs, and mini mental crises entitled "what the hell have I done with my days?" Whatever the cause -...
*post delayed because blogger is always skrewed up lately* You know that feeling where you're somewhere, with a certain group of people for one of the last times, and you think "this is one of the greatest times in my life." My last 5 years have been a...
If you're going to the End of the World, you may as well bring good company. Last night a pair of Canadians and myself ventured over to the end of Java Eiland, where the wind is colder and the streets are silent. I led them to that...
Lots of good folk orbiting the blogosphere might read my blabber and think: "He's living the life!" It's a romanticized image of "that guy who went to live in Europe," as illustrated by BitchPhD last night (doesn't that sound dirty?): bitchphd: shit, you're 25 and in Amsterdam. There's...
