Monthly Archives: January 2013

A long hard look at the New York Museum of Sex

When I was in primary school we were taught how to use the dictionary. I remember one of the first words I looked up (once I had figured out the alphabet) was sex. This mysterious word that would occasionally slip … Continue reading

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Shit happens.

I woke up about ten minutes ago and am now having my morning coffee. I have learnt to drink it sans milk. An acquired taste brought on by necessity. I do not have a fridge. My sister is coming over … Continue reading

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