What’s up with me:
- Dean Nitin Noria of HBS "I promise you would not want to live in a place with no banks." #connectedandover http://t.co/lm8tDojsMG 3 weeks ago
- 1000th tweet! check out this design #contest at #MIT: sarifixation.com, it uses #upcycled #saris to promote #sustainable #design #diy 1 month ago
- Kinda switching over to Instagram. Handle is hilaryfg. 9 months ago
- Actually world's best lobster roll. @ yarmouth clam festival instagr.am/p/Nln5hvr5me/ 9 months ago
- RT @ishelterskelter: A little bit of Bandra clinging on for a new life in America? helterskelter.in/2012/07/all-th… #life #travel #mumbai #packing 10 months ago
- RT @paulwsj: India’s Tobacco-Free Village on.wsj.com/SxK4An maybe next we could have a city that is Men-at-Side-of-Road-Peeing-Free @ ... 10 months ago
- RT @dingbong: Okay so folks! Man who likes talking dirty! He's been calling/stalking a friend. His number is 096334913828. RT too! 10 months ago
- Understand how it feels to land in Logan with a bag full of moldy clothes and irreparable sphincter damage: hilaryinmumbai.com/2012/07/11/the… 10 months ago
- Ahem @Singlepoor 10 months ago
- Listen to This Terrible Song by Kim Jong-un’s Alleged Girlfriend! vanityfair.com/online/daily/2… via @VanityFair 10 months ago
Monthly Archives: April 2011
if my clothes could talk, here’s what they’d yell at people
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them thangs
This blog has a new feature! Over on the right, you can read my latest tweets. If you are my grandmother wondering what tweets are – who cares! These will be just random snippets of my various escapades. These … Continue reading
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just want to celebrate and have a gud time
Most people in America have probably heard about Holi, or at least seen the episode of The Office about Diwali, but there are actually a lot of lesser-known festivals celebrated all the time here. I’m not going to talk about … Continue reading