Oh, the Olympics. Dog sitting once again on the Upper West Side, i find myselc abandoning all responsibilities to take in the flat screen and a mirage of summery sports. An observation: while boys may …
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butt olympiad
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an intricate series of Lies
She is not a nine year old. That is not an avacado. This show is bad.My blog is profound.
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just look
Adoring fanbase, I’d like you to meet the longest blog post in the history of personkind. At least in my book. I tripped so hard. I mean, you know, I went someplace. And it was …
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Seattle!
Back!! The jet lag ate my words, but fortunately, I have plenty of pictures. Coming soon…most likely tommorrow…. They are cute and they are plentiful.
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please pardon
Pardon, please, the brief intteruption your service. I am currently gallavanting around Seattle and Oregon and sections of the greater Washingston State Area through Sunday. So, so, SO many pictures to come (mountains, man kilts, …
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sport
Yeah, I play it sometimes. So what if I do. I bring some serious game with an awkwardly short dress, seemingly well planned moves and the tendency to freak out when I sink that one ball …
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my yob
What does she DO all day? What is this ‘job’ thing that she does? Essentially, I spend hours reasoning with people who hate this: I know, right? Note the pensive duck statue in the corner …
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hairclip
In celebration of the Summer, Sweaty necks and virtue of patience (or lack thereof,) instead of waiting for my hair to grow, I have chopped it off once again. Last night, Marilyn did me …
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cold coffee: a fairy tale
There once was a girl who loved iced coffee so much and so obsessively that she dreamt of it and woke up saying its name. Before she knew it, she was drinking three a …
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Oh, You.
Dear Manhattan, Your lodging options suck and are expensive and force people to get uber excited about the smallest things. You put a patch of grass behind an apartment and call it a garden. And …