As some of you have already read, I’m working on this project:
But I’ve been having a bit of a hard time exposing it to people. So here’s how you can help me with the project and win $200:
I’d like for you guys to tell your friends and family members about it, and ask them to contribute. Make sure to tell them to include your name in a comment, so that I can keep score.
The person who manages to get the highest amount of $$$ contributed, will win the $200 and will receive either a check, or a Paypal payment.
Write me a message, or email Sleidi.Yeni@Gmail.com if you have any questions.
While riding the train back home, I put my iPod on shuffle and “The Scientist” began to play. I was immediately reminded of the time when we played it in your childhood bedroom.
It was after a fake-up. And I wanted to satirize how histrionic we had been acting. But we cried within four seconds of its commencement, and then agreed to never listen to it again. It was undoubtedly the saddest song ever written.
I listened to it four times in a row. From 125th to 72nd. But when I noticed an old man looking at me, I began to bop my head as if I were listening to something upbeat.
Sometimes it’s embarrassing to be a sentimentalist. And it mortifies me to think that you might somehow discover that I still spend a good chunk of my day thinking about you while listening to sappy music.
“How do lesbians have sex?”
This illustration by Ungerer pretty much sums it all up