― anthony, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
No, I am lying. I cleaned from 8 am on, went for a bicycle ride by the NY harbor, then did fuck all with the rest of my day...
― matthew, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(He goes to expensive Tokyo restaurants modelled on monks' cells = he *is* Nathan Barley.)
― Momus, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tomorrow will probably involve laundry and starting on the horrible boring time-consuming paper I have to write.
― Lyra, Sunday, 19 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― rainy, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Lyra, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I might be able to dig up slash Sloan stories if you want.
― zacko, Monday, 20 August 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)