Sh*t I’m thankful for in no particular order

Foss Hill, forever and always. Button fly jeans. Seriously, nothing is more satisfying than dramatically popping those fuckers open all in a row. Being able to go to fun Manhattan book parties after work like RKB’s recent shindig for Sex & Cupcakes. Also, parties with open bars. I’m still not over being a Wes Celeb. I […]

Read More

Journal entry: morning commute

So here is your daily life at the beginning of October. You get up at 7:25am and put on your nice jeggings from Uniqlo, the soft, tight-enough ones in dark business colors that you wear with a thick brown belt and knee-high boots. You drag one of your two leather jackets across your shoulders, the pink […]

Read More

Dear Manhattan,

I’ve been in Berkeley for a month now, and between you and me, I think about you a lot. Please don’t get me wrong: I stand by my decision to get some space. I know it was hard for both of us to say goodbye, but last summer in your sweaty, sprawling jungle of subway […]

Read More