- Had a drink at the Chateau Marmont. For business. Sorta. Fifteen years in this town and I still feel like people look at me like I'm going to piddle on the carpet when I walk into a fancypants joint. Of course, after 15 years in this town, I realize that if you have money, you can piddle on the carpet.
- My landlady left a voicemail message that last less than five seconds, because it turns out she butt-dialed me. Considering that her last three calls to me have been to borrow money, I'll take it. Oddly enough, the hobos have never asked for money, but I imagine they take naked photos of Will and me and sell them on the street.
- I plucked a WHITE EYEBROW HAIR today. WHITE. My Baba left the Soviet Union with her husband and a kid, did time in a concentration camp, had SlackMom in a refugee camp, and came to this country with nothing. And yet she didn't go grey until she was in her 50s. Shit.
- I am not getting my husband his dearest childhood wish. Because even he realizes bourbon is better.
- I have a fancy new website that tells you what I do. Did you know that? Now you do.
