I REALIZE THIS IS THE WORST QUALITY BULLSHIT MIRROR SELFIE EVER TAKEN BY SOMEONE NOT UNDER EIGHTEEN, BUT FOR REAL YOU NEEDED TO KNOW I AM OUT HERE IN THE FINEST COTTONS AND KNITS AND POLY-BLENDS, JUST LIVING LIFE IN MY UGG SLIPS BEING THE COMFIEST BITCH IN THE GAME AND THAT YA’ALL CAN’T HOLD ME.
First of my 35mm scans from Kauai ♥
Sorry if you follow both this blog and Gallivanting & Grass, there will be some overlap. Forgive me? xxo
I have gotten on and off Facebook like four or five times. And the last time I did it, they deleted it forever, which is all I ever wanted really. A clean slate. Not a ton of people I haven’t seen in ten years all up in my shit. Not a ton of old people I’ve never met who know my six aunts trying to see if I’m married yet or some shit.
So, I’ve been back on Facebook since April because I felt obligated to share my webseries and shit. And it’s been cool. I have 162 friends that are all people I genuinely care about what’s up with. But recently, I’ve been receiving a flood of requests from everyone I was trying to escape to begin with. And my initial reaction is…
TO ADD! I’M LIKE, “HAAAAAAAHHHHH WHAAAAAT HUUUHHHH! TAKE A LOOK, BB. TAKE TWO LOOKS. LOOK ALL NIGHT. YEAH I ONLY HAVE LIKE SIX PICTURES, BUT I BET UR DYING OVER THAT LITTLE BOX THAT SAYS I WORK FOR MINDY KALING. AND YEAH MY BF IS A BABE. AND YEAH I’M STILL SKINNY. AND YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! EAT MY SHIT!”
And then I am like, “Wow, you are a monster. You don’t even know these people, that is why you always delete your Facebook. Why do you have such absolutely terrible thoughts in your brain, you insane person. Just ignore those requests.”
But for real, what is Facebook for if it’s not for people you never see to see how great your life is? I’m sure other people use it for better things, but I don’t. I use it for literally nothing. So naturally, I’m like USE IT FOR YOUR CRAZY EGO!
IDK guys. I just don’t know. I mean, I know I’m a crazy person, but I also just don’t know.
I have legitimately been living my life like I’m an eighth grade boy and it has been going really well, thanks so much for asking.
One day, someone will ask me about this time I am experiencing right now. It’s an important time, I can feel it. I’ve been working for one of the biggest names in comedy for two years, been working my ass off to get an agent, got an agent, started writing a new pilot, life fucking happens, must finish pilot. And this will be that time I’m like, man, I am not a role model. I am not a role model right now. My daily routine looks like it’s been piecemealed from that routine E. Jean Carroll put together for Hunter Thompson. I’m pretty fucking together, but man, have I become a bit of a mess.
But hey, maybe that’s what it takes. Maybe we have to make a bit of a mess of the life we’ve been living to make a new one.
Found a treasure today! Sounds like a tale I could tell nearly every time I go to Pioneertown Motel.