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This is what? Oh, boy. I thought for sure you guys kept saying it was Bike TWERK Day. I just would have prepared differently, that's all.
3,500 librarians in town for a conference is a total mixed blessing for someone who loves cardigans but hates being told to stop talking.
For Halloween I am throwing off society’s costume and rejecting the notion that we must play pretend and also I didn’t get invited anywhere.
Live today like it's '98 and that one Dave Matthews song is playing and there aren't enough cargo pockets in the world to hold all your joy.
Quitting soda is going well and I feel awesome and the next one of you to look me directly in the eyes will have your face clawed clean off.
Manti Te’o invented a girlfriend so people would like him? Uh, welcome to my middle school years, Manti.
Oh Oscar Sunday, you most beautiful day of them all, cradle me in your Harry Winston-draped arms and carry me to brunch.
Find whatever it is that makes you less cynical and chase it until you collapse. Create something and love the shit out of it.
When you are tempted to leave the house in soft pants—and that day will surely come—resist the urge. (Advice from my new book, “Jean In”)
Happy 5th of July, the day where Americans try to understand the Higgs boson but give up and just go see a movie about Katy Perry instead.
In honor of my friends who care about college game day, I'm going to drink a mimosa out of my trunk before I walk in this Crate and Barrel.
A man and his mother stole $1 million worth of toys from Toys''R''Us. I wonder what they're going to do with all 3 of those Lego sets?
I put in a solid 14 minutes of packing before I remembered I have a couch and ginger ale and Vampire Weekend on vinyl. Try again tomorrow?
You know when a person keeps talking while they yawn? Imagine Patrick from SpongeBob doing that. This is Russell Crowe’s singing voice.
Today had all my favorite things: parades, friends, long naps, a TGI Fridays, cocktails, a pool, and a shared belief that all humans matter.
I had the "sometimes when you love a writer, you get written about" talk with my partner last night. The birds and the bees for grown-ups.
Nonfiction writer constantly thinking about communities and candy.