The friendzone myth

2 cents on 2 sides

“When did you friendzone me?” one of my housemates asked, implying with his question that there was a time in the past when I was down for the dick. “Uhh, the first day I met you,” I replied, feeling uncomfortable with the cop-out concept of the word “friendzone.” “That’s so
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Welcome to Wonderland

Reel Life

In reality, half of our travel time was spent orienting our phones in an attempt to read maps and pausing in our steps to make sure that we, as the blue dots in Google Maps, were moving in the right direction. And for some odd reason or another — we were advised again by Google maps — to get off at the Ashby BART Station and walked the four-mile trek to campus with our suitcases in tow. Tired, we settled dinner at Walgreens and opted out of socializing for a quiet night in. Our first night in Berkeley, we spent our night with Harry and Sally.
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Custom Screening: Sleepless in Hollywood

I was looking out the bathroom window of the cheap Hollywood hotel room I had rented for the week. It was 1 o’clock in the morning and I was struggling to sleep. The sticky Los Angeles heat is inescapable when it lingers in the thin pocket of air between your
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