placement is everything. at the shakespeare garden in central park, a robin built her nest atop the romeo and juliet sculpture - you could see her babies' beaks peeking out from juliet's bosom. goddamn ridiculously cute. later that night, i found myself talking to a random british guy in a club. what's that smell? sez he, and it turns out he had dropped a burning cigarette butt directly into the cuff of my jeans. which were, at that point, on fire. i knew the resurgence of pants in my life was going to end badly -

the aforepictured paul wouldn't crow about getting an 800 on the GRE lit exam. me, i have no problem bragging about him.

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