Pedal Strike

Tweet“Why do straight girls always try to one-up their friends? It’s so weird,” my sister once said. It’s true, and something that also baffles me. It seems irrational and disingenuous to claim friendship, then turn around and compare, or worse, compete. The thing is, I’m not sure it’s confined to the heterosexual female friendship sphere; […]

TweetI hate to admit it but I’ve reached that all too familiar impasse with my usual ride to Arlington. Like that feeling of slight disappointment mixed with guilt you feel when you’re hanging out with a really nice person and you try to make a sarcastic joke and they respond with a small frown and […]

TweetDear Mark, I assume you’re not passed out in a ditch somewhere after whatever may have transpired last night to celebrate the end of 2L. I’m hoping you can read this through the haze of your hangover. Remember yesterday when I ran into you again after our rescheduled exams? And you told me not to […]

TweetOh, and study. That’s pretty much all I did yesterday. I fell into bed early on Saturday in anticipation for the Sunday morning ride, even though there was no route planned. And possibly no ride partner, Pete having texted me late Saturday night that he was up for the ride but was an “anarchist party.” […]

TweetI’m not quite addicted to Facebook, yet. Or, not as addicted as some. I don’t need to de-activate my account during finals because I’d be on it otherwise. I guess I’m just lazy; I don’t update my status numerous times throughout the day, I don’t stalk friends through pictures, and I don’t have 2398012984722 pictures […]