Posted on July 23, 2012
Hey guys? Remember that week when I ate ice cream (not 16 Handles) almost every night, didn’t watch TV, “forgot” my makeup bag at home, exercised by accident (not sitting at a desk), slept in a hammock, hung out with some long lost Californian friends, scared the poor boys working the pickle stand at the farmer’s market by being overly enthusiastic about their honey mustard pickle samples, ran errands by bike, pretended to be fancy at an art party in the Hamptons, and fell asleep on the beach?
Yeah. Me neither.