Author Archives: plumpdumpling

A Flower Grows in Manhattan

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You know how they say that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing? Well, someone taught me how to use a Polaroid brush in Photoshop yesterday.

So now I clearly will be using it on everything.

You’re welcome.

What’s Going on in There?

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The door to the women’s restroom in one of my company’s offices. Intriguing.

Padded Seats and Warmed Hearts

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Jack, Nik, and me as photographed by Kamran on the Long Island Rail Road (or Railroad, in my opinion) on the way to our friend Anthony’s house two weekends ago with our friends Eric and Christine for cheeses, habanero vodka, and fun times in the schoolyard pretending to be cast members from The Breakfast Club:

I’m not sure I remember the scene where Anthony Michael Hall gets a titty-twister from Judd Nelson, but I’m sure it happened.

Accidental Racism is Probably Still Racism

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Sometimes I pass the one black lady with natural hair on our floor at work and think about that sign I put up that one time on the bathroom door about going to stall #4 “if you want to see the longest pube ever” before I knew there was a long history of black people’s hair being compared to pubes, and even though it could’ve totally actually been a pube, it probably was her hair, and she never says hi back when I say hi, and I kind of understand why.

The Difference Between Good Friends and Great Friends

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Good friends stand back and mock you while you take vanity shots of yourself.

Great friends photobomb you.