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Of feathers that turned cold.
Read more: Of feathers that turned cold.A while ago, I found a sparrow on the cold sidewalk. It had fallen frozen to its death. I felt sorry for it but I kept on walking lest I was late for my appointment. A couple of blocks later I decided to go back and pick it up to see if it was still…
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New York cold.
Read more: New York cold.… feels like 1,000 razors slowly cutting through 1 cm of human skin at the same time. So don’t get cold. Buy some gloves and wear them, Irina.
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There’s something very wrong with this sort of…
Read more: There’s something very wrong with this sort of…… human behaviour. The girls at the next table have been trying for five minutes to take the perfect selfie. And it’s sort of strange to see two humans trying to strike the perfect pose while looking at a camera phone. It would be rude of me to tell them.
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Why I love Kim Catrall.
Read more: Why I love Kim Catrall.Less than one minute into “Sensitive Skin”: “Why don’t you just shut the fuck up and give me my hormones? Hm?”
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Thinking out loud.
Read more: Thinking out loud.Somewhere at a cosy restaurant in South Williamsburg. No, I don’t want to have dinner sitting at the bar just because I am by myself. I deserve a table.
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Over my dead body.
Read more: Over my dead body.I was visiting the National Museum of History in Bucharest on one of my recent visits home. They had an exhibition on poisonous spiders and scorpions and I decided to check it out. Who wouldn’t? The gift shop at the museum was selling different bits and pieces, among which beautiful, black, dead scorpions cast in…
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Adele Said It First.
Read more: Adele Said It First.On this day, “I’m going to dedicate this song to myself, because I can.”
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