bizzay

as in, off the hizzay.

my palms are bruised.

i broke my camera.

i am newly obsessed with benjamin moore's "roxbury caramel" HC-42.

my sister wants to take the subway from tribeca to columbia presbyterian when she goes into labor because it will be "more comfortable."

my parents are road tripping through the northeast.

shleepy. so shleepy. more to come later ... but one thing i must share: this weekend, in the quaint little town of Cold Spring in upstate new york, G and i sat down to dinner and i came face to face with a woman at a nearby table, wearing black spandex shorts, wool socks, tevas, a denim button down shirt, FLUFFING her MULLET before pulling on a baseball cap. fluff fluff. the restaurant lighting musta been too dim for her, because the next time i glance over she is also wearing a head lamp. strapped around her baseball capped-fluffy mullet.

sperlunking in your turkey burger, my love?

over and out.