It’s Natalie Wood’s birthday. I can’t deal with it you guys.
Dude who made my sandwich looked like a total fedora bro, and he refused to look at me as he handed it across the counter.
Expecting a midnight text about how awful I made him feel, and how he’s the only one who will ever love me this much.
The Call Chelsea Peretti App is 100% worth purchasing.
Wakin’ up like
- I miss Broad City
- Repeat listenings of Amy Winehouse’s “Back to Black” album
- Every other aspect of my entire life
I was just standing on the sidewalk drinking my coffee and a lady, easily in her 80’s, walked by with half pink/half blonde hair. I said “I like yr hair!” and she stopped and smiled and said “Thank you, you’ve made my evening!” How good does all of that feel?
Saturday morning double feature: Female Trouble and Evil Dead II. Triple feature if you count naps.
If I started a cult, would any of you join? Or would you just reblog the headline of our mass suicide?