Category Archives: Stories

So when I was about ten or so, I was walking into church with my grandparents one Sunday. I forget exactly who else was there, but I know that me and my grandfather were walking a little ahead of everyone … Continue reading →

This is the story of when I voted in the 2004 Presidential Election. It was four years ago and I was working in New York City while living with my parents on Long Island. Oh my! Look how far I’ve … Continue reading →

This is the story of my bottle of Tanqueray. Felice get out of here! Stop being such a camera queen! Anyway, let’s start this story when I was like: “Screw you Mom and Dad! I’m moving to Brooklyn!” And then … Continue reading →

This is the story of my earring. Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t know I was such a badass? Because I totally am. Except I was never a street fighter. Or an owner of such arms that were so muscley that … Continue reading →

This is the story of an awesome guy. You know the guy I’m talking about. He’s ridiculously good looking, and loves animals, and always votes, even for those stupid non-November elections that people hardly remember. The guy who was captain … Continue reading →

This is the story of how I survived the transit strike of 2005. Remember that time when all the New York City transit workers went on strike (struck?) and there were no subways and buses and people all over the … Continue reading →

This is the story of the average day in my life. Firstly it starts off with me being completely adorable and asleep: And it’s 4:10 AM and my alarm goes off. And we all have a good laugh over the … Continue reading →

This is the story about when I got my first hickey. This romantic tragic story takes place at the Long Island Game Farm, which looks a bit like this: So apparently “Game Farm” is a fancy word for “Crappy Petting … Continue reading →