Saying goodbye to the apartment with a puppy party, and also gluing plastic turtles to the wall. (at Greenpoint, Brooklyn)
I’m Sheila. I’m a reporter. My book is called The Last of the Live Nude Girls. [ s m c c l e a r / g m a i l ]
Oh my God, I LOVE it when guys explain code to me, the intricacies of which I can’t even see, much...
We were walking through Tompkins Square Park, Matt and I, and passed a young couple sitting on a...
This is going to make me sound like an asshole, but I just butt-dialed my Hollywood agent.Twice.
“Well I’m specialized in a certain section of chemical analysis…” GOD shut UP
The only way I have to describe it, is, like when you plug in your hair dryer but your roommate...
“You always like to say that if you were young and starting out again, you’d do this or...
Too good not to “share.”
“GIVE ME THE GUESS WHO. THEY HAVE THE COURAGE TO BE DRUNKEN BUFFOONS… WHICH MAKES THEM POETIC.”
“Looking for a similar person to share it, so we can get along, by not socializing.”
I GUESS I CAN RETIRE NOW GUYS.
I lost a package of Chuckles in my room and it took about a day to find it. Almost every moment spent looking made me feel more and more like an addict frantically searching for tabledust.
The most terrifying words of our time are “You have 9 new voicemails.“
oh god oh god. Finishing up my Dad’s Vietnam letters:“I somehow came across Norman Mailer’s “An...
Hai! No heat again, hope I freeze soon!
I must be maturing, because I was in the middle of writing an email and suddenly, out of nowhere,...
Pier 59 in the rainsnow.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” “Come on, you know that shit is stupid.” “Just say it! Don’t be a...