Check it out! It’s all here and it’s fabulous if I do say so myself but then of course I’d say that because I’m fairly self-smitten. Anyway, the backstory is that when I worked at Time Out New York I was asked to hatch their then brand-new blog. I sat on it like it was my own and then I lovingly barfed up worms and seed into its mouth.
In other news, I’m now the proud owner of curtains. They’re hanging in my windows right this very minute. Don’t be jealous, curtain-less brethren.
It was a sad day when I first got curtains. That meant the end of the adventurer in me. Even if they looked like an adverstisment for a south sea adventure, I had put down roots. Well the privacy was a bonus though.
It was a sad day when I first got curtains. That meant the end of the adventurer in me. Even if they looked like an adverstisment for a south sea adventure, I had put down roots. Well the privacy was a bonus though.
I know you are using crap in a flattery manner! Because all your writing is excellent! I doubt they could have ever been able to replace your talent!
Aw thanks, Ted! And thanks to the rest of you who say nice things as well.
And for those of you who read this website but don't comment I encourage you
to comment because comments are fun and who doesn't like fun? Only assholes.
I know you are using crap in a flattery manner! Because all your writing is excellent! I doubt they could have ever been able to replace your talent!
Aw thanks, Ted! And thanks to the rest of you who say nice things as well.
And for those of you who read this website but don’t comment I encourage you
to comment because comments are fun and who doesn’t like fun? Only assholes.
With the curtains up how is the creepy guy in the building across the street supposed to watch you walk around your apartment in the bath robe you've had since freshman year and your bunny slippers?
Also, apologies for being such an asshole (my failure to comment). I've been busy and lazy at the same time.
With the curtains up how is the creepy guy in the building across the street supposed to watch you walk around your apartment in the bath robe you’ve had since freshman year and your bunny slippers?
Also, apologies for being such an asshole (my failure to comment). I’ve been busy and lazy at the same time.
With the curtains up how is the creepy guy in the building across the street supposed to watch you walk around your apartment in the bath robe you've had since freshman year and your bunny slippers?
Also, apologies for being such an asshole (my failure to comment). I've been busy and lazy at the same time.