Ten Places and Spaces I’ve Split My Pants
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
Maybe I just need to get into something nerdier, like styling cosplay wigs or long division.
Maybe I was a writer, but I hated the words.
There have been nights I’ve had to balance a full tray of drinks on one hand and hold my gut with the other because I’m laughing so hard.
I can’t even entertain the thought of working out when the sun has barely risen.
July 3 was the day that more people than I can remember told me they loved me.
“You can leave our boy, GENERAL LEW WALLACE, famous author of Ben-Hur and fishing enthusiast, entirely OUT OF IT! Thank you very much.”
Punchy and riotous on first taste, it leaves a surprising and persistent note of ontological questioning.
Pirating books en masse means depriving authors of pay for their work, impacting both their ability to create and the fate of future books.
Sometimes the pairing is intended to share themes, while sometimes one simply needs to be picked up off the floor after an Aaron Sorkin script leaves you lying there.