pim’s, chinotto, and a crazy straw
were i to divide my average day into percentage, it would most resemble the following:
25%: sleep
10%: studying my reflection in the mirror
15%: talking to my homo friends about being gay and neighboring hot men
15%: “i’m on leave from MIT, yes. how many shots in your cappuccino would you like?”
7%: masturbation
6%: studying for/attending analysis and algebra
10%: [...]
don’t cry for me argentina turner.
oh. my summer, you ask?
party after party after party…it’s quite the life.
the first i attended was in the middle of june: gary foster’s at the W hotel in the entertainment district. the party started at seven. having arrived at eight o’clock, i was surprised to find myself in the company of only a dozen men. [...]
