It's my birthday this month. And I hate it already. I've tried to rally myself into being a birthday party person, but I can't. I can't bring myself to invite people to a party who's theme is...me. Like, people have shit to do. Groceries. Walking the dog. There are like a hundred million Netflix originals…
I Am Avocado Plant.
Slow and steady wins the race. Maybe.
Feet Fit For Radio.
Accepting my Sasquatch feet, on camera.
The Camembert.
This story starts out alright. Ervin and I were sipping almond milk lattes at Intelligentsia in Silverlake. I'm always torn between -- wait. What am I saying. I'm never torn. All I do is 1. Try not to chug my drink, and 2. Make some sort of conversation while I'm 3. ACTUALLY watching people and wondering…
Couples Yoga.
I'm a decent person. I'm into fitness and health (shh, fridge pizza, shhhhh). I like when people are happy and in love... But y'know... what really gets me jazzed about livin'... COUPLES ACRO YOGA. Mmmmmmm.... fuckin love it. Have you seen this trend? (Have you DONE it?? Be honest.) Not only is it Instagram perfection, it manages to convey, "LOOK…
