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.