Band in Seattle nights are like…torture and rapture at the same time. it’s incredibly meta for lack of a better word – like shit happens that’s so surreally funny or epic that it could only be in an episode of a melodramatic workplace comedy. but we’re Making TV, For Reals
Café 50: where sitting down to lunch with a coworker means you walk out beside a friend
bad writer moment: Tom just made reference to my own characters and I DIDN’T EVEN GET IT
Jake always knows what to say. especially when we’re creeping towards the early morning, wide awake after too many commitments. then he whispers to me of sidekicks and destinies, of love and depths. I melt away to sleep, surrounded by his confidence and his arms.
that one time
in other news: tomorrow I’m incredibly excited to make self-conscious men stand on stage and say “Thunderpussy”