archives for Wednesday 10 March 2004
well, that happened
Wednesday 10 March 2004 | I like a cookie
[Warning: adult content, though possibly not nearly as racy as Gay Vampire Porn.]
So after about two and a half hours of flagrant, torrid necking &c., the Film Critic and I, who both needed to pee, clambered into the front seat of the Honda. The moon was as bright as the sun, and all the windows […]
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Wednesday 10 March 2004 | I like a cookie
Here I am in the computer science room between the library and the media center of our old alma mater, writing Mandarin. It’s all too weird already, or this would be the weirdest thing today. I’ve walked from Granby and wandered around campus, staring at all the new buildings, at all the girls who look […]
