what meant to be a vlog filled with updates and bad puns and being happy to be home, went awry as soon as my mother decided to bait the dogs on my stomach as i watched the vampire weekend performance at pitchfork online…
…where i definitely described my $33 cab ride home with a toothless (and sweet) husband and wife as my drivers. who held hands the entire time. and gazed longingly into each other’s eyes the whole time. and smiled the happiest toothless smiles you ever did see.
hope, guys. hope.
in a way, i find this to be an altogether more realistic update on things. much more realistic. let’s be real, guys.