Now that’s a screen capture! Oy vey. I’m almost vain enough to rerecord that sh*t… but not quite.
Hey lovely friends! My girl Stephanie sagely told me to stop referring to myself as crazy, so naturally, I filmed myself babbling about Sylvia Plath instead. Le sigh. It should also be mentioned that I wrote a piece for Side Dish earlier today in which I likened myself to a cockroach who just won’t die. But in a cute way? Totes.
It’s Sunday. I have a rooftop pool across the street. I love you guys, but sunshine calls. Tell me how you’re soaking up the last golden drops of sum sum summatime! Tell me how you feel about art and public meltdowns! Listen to Angel Olsen!