July 20, 2014
Someone, please, post a photo of a flopped soufflé, reveal you wear a toupee, admit you're not really working on a screenplay. Confess to being alone on a Saturday night, licking an ice cream bowl clean, or that when you're out you often daydream about being at home licking an ice cream bowl clean. Whisper that you hate your girlfriend's yoga obsession, your husband's crappy guitar-playing, that you sometimes want to shake a baby. Tell me rainbows annoy you, you love when people's basements get flooded, and you roll your eyes at people who Purell their hands on the subway.