May 2011
2 posts
May 19, Day 1: The Most Glorious Plane Ride Ever...
May 19th began as most days towards the end of a semester do: with both Lily and I awake as the clock struck 12 a.m. Thank you, packing. We were still awake, in fact, when we met up to grab our last breakfast at LaVerde’s, print off a list of helpful German terms (“Can you help me carry my friend?”: “Können Sie mir helfen trage mein Freund?”), and cab it to the...
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Around the World in 89 Days
Man, if I’d gotten back to Boston just a few days sooner this would have been such an epically titled summer. For the many of you that just know that I’m traveling around the world this summer, and aren’t entirely sure why or how the hell I’m paying for this: On of my goals for my 22nd year of life was to go abroad. One of my life goals, period, is to get a PhD. This...
essay I need to write someday
an investigative piece on the science and social awkwardness of pooping.
title: “a piece of shit”
July 2009
3 posts
“Shannon, just stop. You’re old.”
– “13-year-old brother Colin, when I asked if he was really about leave the house wearing socks with sandals. Apparently I’m out of touch. (via shanahanigans)”
Yea, Shanahan, I wouldn’t worry about that. I think you still have the moral high ground on this one…
(via milfy)
Given the fact that this...
“Shannon, just stop. You’re old.”
– 13-year-old brother Colin, when I asked if he was really about leave the house wearing socks with sandals. Apparently I’m out of touch.
Damnit, Matt Fisher.
This is all your fault.