If you make it sunny tomorrow, I’ll give you a hundred kisses! This is the last time I remember praying to God. I was six years old, lying in bed, so pumped with excitement about the next day’s trip to “Marine World”, that I could not fall asleep. The trip would be canceled in the [...]
Archive for May, 2011
Farewell Tonsils: I Survive Surgery
Posted in Hard Times, Single and Fabulous Exclamation Point, tagged agnostic, doctors, ENT, nervous, operation, prayer, scared, surgeon, surgery, tonsillectomy, tonsils on May 30, 2011 | 10 Comments »
When I Wasn’t A Wallflower
Posted in I <3 NY, You have to kiss a lot of frogs: Dating, tagged bands, biking, Brooklyn, moon, pick-up lines, shows on May 27, 2011 | 13 Comments »
“Where are you going?” my roommate asked me at 9:40 on a Thursday night. More than occupied with my twice-daily struggle to get my bike out of my closet-sized room, it took me a moment to respond. When both wheels emerged out the door and I stood triumphant, Brooklyn I replied, Brian has a band thing. [...]
When I Was A Wallflower
Posted in Walk down memory lane, tagged admissions, college, concerts, high school, mosh pits, shows, teenaged, teenagers on May 25, 2011 | 3 Comments »
December 12, 2003 I received an abysmally thin envelope embossed OBERLIN COLLEGE in the left hand corner. My heart pounded in my ears as I ripped it open: Just cause it’s thin doesn’t necessarily mean… I extracted the single sheet of paper where the phrases Unfortunately and We regret and Wish you all the best accosted me. [...]
Finally, The Finale (For Real)
Posted in You have to kiss a lot of frogs: Dating, tagged bed-post notches, boys, break ups, excuses, Safa Boy, talks on May 17, 2011 | 4 Comments »
[This is Part Nine, the last of The Safa Boy Series. Click for the Introduction, Part One, Part Two. Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, and Part Eight] Why haven’t I been blogging? I don’t like the way this saga ends. That’s my excuse. I may not like it, but I’m telling you any way. Learning he had cheated on me, [...]



