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...fell n da toilet, now I have a shaqberry lol, I’m a toilet twitterer.” Well. It seemed a bit early in our acquaintance to know such private details, Shaq, but as long as we’re sharing secrets, I slept in my sister??s bed for three weeks after I watched The Omen. I wanted to tell him this, but of course, I couldn’t without a Twitter account. A few days later, Shaq posted this note at 3:03 a.m.: “IF u r reading this...
Last Friday I attended a performance of my sister??s rock band at what I can only describe as an “alternative artspace” in Venice Beach, Calif., where the walls in the lobby were covered exclusively with posters and paintings of Barack Obama. In a place like Venice Beach where hardly a car drives by that doesn’t have a Yes We Can bumper sticker, the Obama motif is nothing new, but these depictions of the President-elect had an unmistakable messianic quality to them...
...rally. In light of this, FM decided to quiz people on just what they’re planning for this sporty weekend. 1. Favorite Pregame Drink: a) Mimosa - 38% b) Beer - 56% c) Moonshine - 16% 2. Method of Juice Smuggling a) Flask under my Harvard beanie - 25% b) Little sister??s Dora the Explorer backpack - 24% c) 10 shots of Smirnoff should keep me warm till halftime - 51% 3. What time do you plan to go to the Game? a) 30 minutes early to get a good seat - 40% b) Halftime - 36% c) Never making it past...
...trust me, I have more than my own fair share. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m still bitter about a past jeans-related incident when, as a happy little kindergartner skipping around in elastic waist banded leggings, I snuck into my older sister??s room to try on her new pair of super-slim-fit jeans from the Gap. Long story short, the jeans didn’t fit. An unfortunate combination of baby fat and stiff denim left me sulking in my stretchy spandex. Fifteen years later...
...satisfies a desire that we often feel but rarely give in to, a desire for routine and a slower pace. When it comes down to it, how many of us would rather spend the summer filing papers and making coffees for some gigantic corporation than going to our sister??s graduation or our cousin’s wedding? Not everyone has the opportunity to go back home for such important events in their families’ lives—the CVS workers, I’m sure, cannot go back to Haiti half as much as they would...