Well, he’s in Los Angeles, but I mean specifically…
IS: guess where I’m going tomorrow
Dear MTA,
This morning I woke up on time for work, what can only be called a rare occurrence. Visions of coffee and bagels danced in my head as I hustled down to the G Train. Alas, twenty-five minutes, and no train. In an effort to salvage my professional reputation, I had to spend my last eleven dollars on a taxi, and as a result, have not been able to eat all day long. Therefore, you, the MTA, owe me exactly eleven dollars, or approximately two small meals. Please send payment/aliment to:
Itinerant Daughter
c/o the Guggenheim
1071 Fifth Avenue
New York, NY 10128
Regards,
ID
This is your brain on FourLoko!
Me, Wishing I Were Yoko Ono
Patronage Piece
that I just saw Jonathan Franzen driving a white Subaru Forester in Williamsburg? Nahhhhh, can’t be…
You are my world’s aliquot stringing.
Oh no, New York Times!
From an article entitled “Narcissism: The Malady of Me” on the removal of Narcissism from the DSM.
“Do you follow yourself closely on Twitter? Have you been blogging regularly about your coming memoir?”
I’ve done the latter… are you calling me a narcissist?!
My look right now is:
Little girl at piano recital:
In a slightly bigger size...
Specifically/variation: Romanov sisters, particularly from the movie Nicholas and Alexandra:
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I mean, honestly, those HATS!
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I found this on the floor of the Calder Room in the National Gallery in DC. Funny because when I’m feeling hindered by my sensual desires, I pretend to be a monkey with hand in coconut, too. I was a bodhisattva and didn’t even know it!
The Intervention Drinking Game
Okay so MAYBE I had something to do with this, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be GENIUS! Â In fact…
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