Hi, David.

Prom night: "Wow, you look great, Gloria." "Yeah? Coo'." "Like a lady from the fifties." "I hear dat." "Are you wearing heels?" "Fo shizzle, mah nizzle." "You need to take compliments better." . . . (More)

6:00 PM. OISE Building. Room G162. The moment is crystallized when the lecture begins. Among the hundreds of students seated in the north end of the auditorium, it appears that I am the only one left flanked by empty seats. It is a cruel feeling. With injury comes insult -- I am not permitt . . . (More)

A conversation: Me: [Hoping to boost my ego by hearing another's tales of woe, in my usual diabolical manner] "Looking forward to school?" For levity, in an even more evil plan to seem less evil: "It must keep you sane, in some ways, at least." Him: "Yeah, actually I'm really looking forward t . . . (More)

If one is speaking with friends at 1 AM, Wednesday -- much more accurately, then, Thursday, as even explicitly stated in the conversation  -- and the suggestion is for the outing to take place "tomorrow", then logically is not the outing to occur on Friday?    People. &n . . . (More)

There seemed, I observed today, to be nothing more female than bra-shopping with your friends. Of course, there was also nothing more boring, especially if they kept shooting down your suggestions for blue lace and electric pink ribbon, and stuck instead to white cotton. Bah. Joined up later . . . (More)

Being single, and being with my social sensitivities (that is, none), I have this tendency to mull over past encounters -- a shamefully small stash of stories I run over and over again -- and pick over details, wondering, wondering. Then I realized I had the Blogdrive masses at my fingertips! (Na . . . (More)