ME: Hey Niina, what do you call a time when your molars start aching?
NIINA: Tooth-hurty?
Prose; pop!
DANCE TO THE BEATS OF MY DRUM: Advice, Art, Bollywood, Gardening, Lana Del Rey, Lit, Movies, Music, Social Media
SPOTLIGHT: Songs With Ladies Dropping F-Bombs, 2012: The Year of the Outsider, Quitting Facebook & Signing Back Up to Life, An Open Letter to the Ladies In My Life Over the Years
@ohrohin email CV What's on your mind?
[Watching an episode of Intervention where a tricky, intelligent alcoholic is best friends with an adorable kitty chunkmonster named Putty-Tat]
ME: OHMYGOD. CATS ARE SO CUTE. Niina, will you please get a cat? Then I can play with it!
NIINA: Rohin, I don’t want a box of crap in my apartment.
I was trying to give Niina fashion advice. She refused it.
ME: This cover of Lana Del Rey’s “Video Games” is like, so haunting and emotional, and junk.
NIINA: Whatever.
[listens]
NIINA: I’m so bored.
ME: Last Hissmas, I gave you a snake. But the very next day, you killed it with a rake.
NIINA: No.
“This chat is off the record”
En Vogue, “Don’t Let Go (Love) [Live]”
Last night, around 2:45 or so, as Niina and I were walking in the direction of our respective places of residence after our night-cap, we decided to start singing this. And when I say singing, I mean SINGING, I mean diva hands, I mean screaming, I mean key changes, I mean holy-shit-this-is-hardcore-I-hope-no-motherfucker-mugs-us-‘cuz-this-is-bushwick-after-all. We sang and sang and sang and nobody else could do a damn thing about it when all is sung and done.
ME: Niina! Today, for lunch, I had a salad of arugula, baby carrots, black pepper, and cheese, covered with a non-fat yogurt dressing!
NIINA: Oh. I had actual food.