Talking about myself gives me the icks.

I’m a shameless consumer of all media. It’s Thanksgiving, third-serving stupid.

Pathological applier of sunscreen.

Late dinners are the new brunch.

Did somebody say Summer House? I heard it. Team Carl.

My dog and I like to lay in bed watching dark, disturbing documentaries.

Never underestimate my desire, at any moment, to go HOME.

This dog is clawing my legs.