I’m getting snarlier in my old age. in other news, apparently two people with much higher titles than mine spent the morning having an August love fest. A++++

you ever have that feel of being trained your whole life for something obscure and random and potentially not A+? for example: I was walking down the studio hall today and got another look of skepticism from a designer, and it’s like, look, pal. I basically made a career out of being ostracized for being weird. I am a PROFESSIONAL at being the oddball. you think a judgmental quirk of your perfectly plucked eyebrows is gonna faze me, you got another think comin’

“rootintootin” do you hear this. do you hear this. this Texas is a combination of my father and Hank the Cowdog

I’m feeling v satisfied and grown up. I had white wine, I made beans at 11am for dinner, I’m wearing my cat hat with the long paw mitten things, I’m such a fucking adult. get out of my face. this is real life