It's just one of those things. They're almost synonymous, Woody Allen and NYC. I've taken a liking to his work and I suppose that cements my stature as a New Yorker. What's next? Walking behind my Teacup Yorkie, named Periwinkle (like the color), with a plastic bag in hand begging to pick up a steaming, heaping, massive pile of feces?
Do yourself a favor and read Without Feathers. Much like the author, it's short, peculiar, witty, sarcastic, and humorous.
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Written 'Tussin to combat the ill-effects of the mundane 9 to 5.
Should I jazz up the blog and make it more aesthtetically appealing or maintain the minimalist approach?
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- Scriptural Apothecary
- The author of the Scriptural Apothecary gets paid to communicate his ideas using the written word, but hardly considers himself a capable writer. The author thinks his life to this point has been a series of "phases." He currently resides on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and recently convinced himself to give up masturbation as a preventative measure for his eyesight, on account of his Catholic guilt. He believes posting to this blog will suffice as mental masturbation, you know, until he enters the next phase of his life. When the author isn't portraying himself in a self-indulgent light he can be found at the bar. Feel free to approach him with a beer, but be forewarned - he will defend Salinger as a great American author as he mixes with hops and barley.
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