Nothing says Halloween (?) like a big old plate of kale chips. Now, am I truly healthy, or do I just love anything drowning in salt and olive oil? Touche, health. These guys are best served with a side of Swedish Fish.
Why bother dating anyone if you can’t be some strange pair of complimentary or identical something for Halloween?! Sarah and Scott were matching Man Leprechauns. I applaud them for effort, authenticity and Lucky Charms.
I’m thinking of moving out of my apartment altogether and pretending that whenever I get back to NYC, I’ll be able to afford my own place. I really, really want to live on my own before I up and get murried someday. But as it is with most urban areas, affording to live by yourself oftentimes means living so far away that no one will ever come visit you. WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY YOU FILL YOUR PLACE WITH TEDDY BEARS.
1. I have officially replaced these old green snowboots (R) I got from Delia’s in the 10th grade that have lots of holes and stories and are a size too big with these new little green guys that are sleek and actually fit and were only 50 bucks at Nordstrom Rack. Perfect timing for snowboot buying because
2. I’M MOVINE TO LA TO WRITE FOR TV
4. Just temporarily. Brooklyn, I will be back, and you better still have snow so I can Boot around in it!
Today, on I invent words that aren’t that exciting that have probably been invented before – FRUNNING. It’s running when it’s freezing outside and it’s awesome and somehow ALWAYS makes you feel like you’re training for the Olympics or at least a really important boxing match where someone’s ear’s definitely getting bitten off. I had my first cold run of the season this AM and it’s the best. It’s literally like an apple cider doughnut is CHASING YOU. It’s also a great excuse to layer up and look like a crazy person, running in circles from the invisible doughnut that is chasing them.
I never noticed this building around the corner from my apartment until today when I see that it’s being torn down. It appears to be a church of some kind or public space. It looks like it was once pretty majestic. Building, why going so soon? I’ll miss you, but I welcome the parking lot / Baby Gap / taxidermy coffee shop that will take your sacred place.
I caught up with newly married Marilyn for breakfast, and thanks to her, I finally patroned the best breakfast spot in Williamsburg! It’s called Egg. Guess what they serve, you guys. No seriously. Guess.
EGGS, you idiot.The eggs of Farm raised free range Hens who all have their own rooms, facebook pages and personal masseuse. Please note that MY egg was served in a large piece of brioche bread, smothered with aged cheddar cheese, and served with a side of kale and broiled tomatoes. It’s paired best with a Idon’treallyhaveajobIshouldbewritingmorewhatshappeningIshouldgowriteascreenplayWHATISMYLIFE mimosa, and when you leave, you should probably accidentally walk right into a table and fall over, but just a little bit.