Just channeling more dude rockers with fuzzy cardigans and beloved t-shirts. This red sweater is such a horrible mess but I couldn’t resist; it reminded me of this knitted hat and scarf set my best bud had when we were in NYC during the winter of 2002, all metallic-y and eyelash-y. She called them “Dragon Pubes”—mystical!—and left them in a cab one night after au bar. It was devastating. So I needed to resurrect the absurdity.
I’ve been wearing some version of this for about 3 weeks straight, so this is all I’ve got to offer at the moment.
I fantasize about blogging again—I write them in my head while I’m doing the 2-3 things in my day that don’t actually require me to be mentally writing other things for other people. All I do is work, you guys. All I’ve done for 11 months is work completely non-stop. No idea how I ever had time to blog, but magically, I have had time to make 40+ Talking Monkey videos of myself singing classic songs, but improv’ing in new lyrics that have to do with throwing poop and eating bananas. Want to see?
I’m sorry I suck, ghosts of readers past.