I just GASPED at the memory of Dawson Leery’s dad dying in a car accident because he dropped. his. ice. cream. cone. and bent down to get it while driving, taking his eyes off the road and bam. Savage way to go out and yet…relatable.
The only thing that can make me question why I live in Los Angeles: stepping foot into the Beverly Hills Erewhon. Not traffic. Not taxes. Not Hollywood climber types. Beverly. Hills. Erewhon.
I’m convinced that I’m the only one with a spouse who considers expiration dates//general food rules to be challenges he needs to overcome. On today’s episode: forgot leftover short ribs in car overnight/all day today, heated them up for dinner.
Day 3 with no wifi due to RAIN in LA. Read a catalog cover to cover with my breakfast. Discovered that the only music I actually have downloaded to my phone is the Mamma Mia soundtrack. Did HIIT to the dulcet sounds of Meryl Streep. I’m a survivor.
I’ve been told I need to have more healthy entitlement in the workplace, but I’ve taken that feedback and exclusively applied it to my nail salon experience. And I will never walk out with smudged nail again.
Anyone else have a week in which they ended up in a Whole Foods parking lot inhaling turkey pepperoni directly from the bag in their car and it was in that moment that they finally felt free? No? Just me?
Her: I’m going to be off work for the month of March. Me: Aw, are you finally going home to visit family? Her: Nope. The gov’t fucked my small biz so badly that I’m taking their PPP loan, getting the fat sucked out of my stomach & injected into my tits. #grabbing2021bythetits