I know this isn’t a big deal, like, at all, and I’m used to seeing my journalism bylines, but having my creative writing and embroidery published is a rad new development that feels awesome and I’m totally humbled by it, as evidenced by these photos of celebrities crying.
All the contestants had to spend a grueling 30 seconds in said swimsuit walking around, basically, a circle on stage. It was all very ridiculous. However, there was one way a gal could make this experience much more fun, much less like, well, getting judged in your bathing suit by a group of strangers with your teachers in the audience: Contestants got to pick their own music.
A few years ago at a backyard barbecue, a friend’s birthday party, one of the stoners, mid-bite of his veggie patty, told me that déjà vu is something we experience when we are in the exact place we should be.
In this week’s podcast episode we discuss the royal weddings, world conflicts we know little to nothing about, Lenny, Kurt, and Kathleen. Our pretentious opinions about celeb culture are called into question by our obvious love of our approved-celeb-culture obsessions! Cheers!
I often think of this story my friend tells when I’m making myself too busy. What am I forgetting or avoiding? What am I afraid to face? What is slipping between the cracks as I ensure nothing else is?