Posts under ‘On Being A Friend’

Gene: Hey. So one day… : can you post an awesome picture of you and me on your website : and make a post about how awesome we are? : so when you get famous… : I can be like, HEY I WAS ON THAT SHIT Chelsi: Sure, I can do that G: Thanks

Angela and I fought on Gchat yesterday. The argument went back and forth long enough to reach out and touch the desperate territory you fall into when part of your mind sadly and quietly wonders how you’ll survive without this person, while the rest of it freaks the fuck out and makes you scream. It [...]

Been in Paris for almost two weeks now, holed up on Angela’s couch. I’ve tried macarons and Mariage Frères tea, there are twelve empty bottles of wine resting neatly on a table near me, and I have tons of photos of my trinket from Japan with French monuments: I traveled here with a friend who [...]

Tomoyo, my old roommate, occasional savior, and most importantly my friend, took me out for a weekend of sightseeing during the Japan sojourn. First we traveled by bullet train to her hometown of Nagahama where we stayed with her family for a night. Their house is traditional; full of dark wood, tatami mats and doors [...]

Homo sentimentalist cannot be defined as a man with feelings (for we all have feelings), but as a man who has raised feelings to a category of value. As soon as feelings are seen as a value, everyone wants to feel; and because we all like to pride ourselves on our values, we have a [...]

In case you haven’t heard, I’m working on a birthday project that I hope will serve as both a way to immortalize myself as a 25 year old (I have aging issues) and show my friends just how much they mean to me. I don’t have a huge family or what I feel are real [...]