every Thursday night for the rest of my life would be spent winning dance bets, celebrating with fruity Japanese drinks, walking the entire length of 14th street before settling in at the same place we watch every game, every time. Gummy bears and a couple of cans of cheap beer if we’re feeling lucky. I can’t say I am particularly glad to be a whole country’s width apart during this pivotal point of our creative careers. On the other hand, who knows how many more mistakes I can afford before you guys decide to ditch the smack-talkin, lots-of-nonsense amateur?
California sleeps alone tonight.
When we have each other, we have everything
WOWowOWOWOW! FLOTUS LOOKS P.E.R.F.E.C.T. SHE’S WEARING J. CREW PUMPS….I WEAR J. CREW PUMPS!!!
“ The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young people gather. Nearby, someone who doesn’t smoke is smoking. An attractive stranger with a lightning laugh jaywalks between cars with a friend, making eye contact before scurrying inside. You’re far from home. It’s quiet. All at once, you have a thrilling sense of nowness, of the sheer potential of a verdant night with all these unmet people in it. For a long time after that, you think you’ll never lose this life, those dreams. But that was, as they say, then ”
If puppies could take photos. Courtesy of our personal photographer and favorite person Alex Cho
IT IS OKAY TO TAKE ME FOR GRANTED. I know when you fall in love with someone you will completely forget about me. That hurts my feelings, but it is okay. Please try to remember to text me, if you can, if you know, I have something going on in my life, like a work promotion or something.
Sometimes I wish I was Mindy Kaling, but then my jokes would surpass yours and our relationship would be really awkward. At least we excel in the mediocre humor level that we are at. Bring it 2013. Wahoiiii to songs that give us butterflies and crying like a baby! Who knew that you and I could ever agree on the car playlist. Look at us being all civil and grown up. THIS IS 23!
NO TWO PEOPLE ARE BETTER THAN US. We fucking rock. No one can beat us.