Before we left for St Barth, I wrote Chad a check for my portion of our room and tucked it in an envelope with a note that said something like "I love going on adventures with you. And this one's going to be the best yet. Now let's go burn down the money tree." Which, I mean, you kind of have to do ... View Post
[Deets for cheap seats: Rag & Bone/Jean vintage stripe tshirt I cannot emphasize enough the perfection of. Heavy knit, perfect sleeves, frayed hem. Also, Rag & Bone belt and cutoff shorts, obvs.] N.B. You should maybe go shop this ShopBop sale while listening to the tune on this page ... View Post
"I've just been so terrible about keeping in touch. I just, I work, all the time, and I talk about work, I worry about work, I haven't exercised in over a month, and I just, I have so much work." "Well, so does everybody else," #ouch And so went a totally non-hostile exchange with a really ... View Post
Do you listen to the WTF with Marc Maron podcast? No? It's my happy place. Incidentally, do you know who Nick Tosches is? I didn't either—until Wednesday morning when I was driving to work, convinced I wasn't going to last another three days under the skull-crushing pressure I've put ... View Post
This is rather akin to documenting the trajectory of a really bad chin zit. Because I hate Sundays. I haven't liked them since as long as I can remember. Melancholy, anti-climatic, full of dread. I had a family friend/professional counselor once suggest I create a Sunday night ritual to look ... View Post