I know it wouldn’t ever last, but what I really want, even if just for a couple months, is to go to work and have that work be so creatively fulfilling and monetarily substantial, that that is all I have to do. I’d leave at the end of the day feeling satisfied with how I spent my time, and what I contributed or created during those eight to twelve hours. I’d come home happy and I’d be able to really relax, because my work would truly be done.
I’ve never been to Europe, and I’ve been dying to go to Italy for as long as I can remember. I was supposed to go many years ago, but the trip was canceled when my father announced, “We’re not going to Italy now, your mother wants a divorce instead.”
But soon, skipping along the Venice canals will be more than just a daydream. Ben and I will be in Italy June 6th - 14th, and I couldn’t be more excited.
Despite its air of cliche, my life really is la dolce vita. I can’t believe how fortunate I am and can’t help but pinch myself every day.
Only thing I’ve been wearing for weeks.
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A rendition of Ludacris’ “ROLL OUT” but it’s by me and it’s called “RALLED OUT” and instead of being about smokin weed & smoochin hoes, it’s about me chompin Adderall & pumping out new drafts of my pilot every week.
Twenty-eight, shopping at Fred Segal in Birkenstocks listening to the new Mac DeMarco album, which is perfectly upbeat and bummed out. Which is exactly how birthdays go.
Growing up, my mother was never home on my birthday because my birthday usually falls during the finals of the Indian Wells Masters. For those of you who are unfamiliar (all of you), it is one of the biggest tennis tournaments on the circuit. Every year for all of time, my mother and her friends have gone to the desert to watch tennis, play tennis, talk tennis, go mom dancing at this nightclub at the Marriott, and lay by the pool. This really pissed me off as a kid because we never celebrated my birthday on my birthday.
Now it really pisses me off because this fucking tournament ruins any chances of me booking anything in Palm Springs for my birthday. I try every year and not once have I been able to book anything. Sure, I suppose I could drop $700, but I COULD ALSO NOT DO THAT BECAUSE YES HI THAT IS MY RENT.
THIS IS INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATING TO ME BECAUSE, PALM SPRINGS IS MY FAVORITE PLACE AND I CAN’T GO ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. FUCK YOU INDIAN WELLS MASTERS. YOU WILL NEVER STOP RUNING MY BIRTHDAY.
FINALLY. MY INTERNET EXISTENCE VALIDATED. THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE BEFORE I MADE IT ON A LIST.