I Don’t Know How to Like Things Casually
I was going to keep this short. Then I remembered who I am.
I was going to keep this short. Then I remembered who I am.
I’m not a chef. I’m just someone who discovered that making gnocchi from scratch is surprisingly easy and gives me an unreasonable amount of validation.
My dating life remains unpredictable, but my weekly appointments with Jon Stewart and John Oliver are completely non-negotiable.
If you go to one of the most beautiful places in Italy and barely explore it, did you do it wrong?
The Navy? Fine. The Catholicism? Manageable. The frat? Questionable. The demon voice during sex? Unfortunately real.
I may not know what I’m looking for romantically, but at least I have a color-coded spreadsheet about it.
What happens when a person with too many thoughts finally decides to write them down?