Uh oh, I’m getting sentimental about living in New York.
Fun Fact: Jet autocorrects to Hey.
Uh oh, I’m getting sentimental about living in New York.
Above is our searing, intense, and at times, uncomfortable, conversation revolving around love, sex, fear, and the geo-political ramifications of college-aged mistakes.
But yes, she is thrilled to be blue-ass-butt-naked in X-MEN VII Death of Phoenix, Arizona, or whatever this movie is called.
Please write the following on my tomb stone: Me and Jewish Grandmas!
An exploration of a funeral weekend, in the style of The New York Times “36 Hours in…”
Kermit the Frog is the Anti-Wife Guy
I <3 the WGA.
up-tight,we-weren’t-rich-we-were-comfortable-undersexed-undergraduates
I’m homesick.
A Theatre Review of A Streetcar Named Desire, allegedly starring Paul Mescal.
Catholic Monks have urges too. And sometimes they’re inspired by YA graphic novels.
To know a good song is to know the smell of weed. You just know. Sometimes, indescribable.
Maybe I already am alive, or dead. Maybe this is all written to eulogize me, long gone or simply run off.
Jodi Clifford, the “Pin-Ultimte” Pinterest Creator, shows us how she spends her New York Sunday.