cause it's so freaking hot out right now! Still!
I know, I know, I'll be begging for mercy from the cold within a few short months, having exhausted all seven tubes of skin cream for lizards I stock up on each winter just to keep my hands looking partly human, but I am DONE with all this warmth right now! Come on weather gods! I want to wear socks! And make stew! And wear socks while making a stew!
Hmm, just had a thought of, like, is this something only New England-ers feel? Cause it's perfectly lovely out right now. I was just outside and it's beautiful. Like, why am I complaining? Who knows, maybe if it's nice out all the time you just never complain, and you're just...happy? And not even thinking about the weather? Huh. Must be weird to live in California.
Anyway, here's some sweater porn (#sweaterporn) to hold us over until fall actually gets here.
"We are constantly evolving into who we are. We are always growing." 🤔 Perhaps Hillary ate one of those crab apples your mother always told you not to eat when you were a kid cause they were probably filled with worms and would make you say stuff that sounds like you're high? Regardless, that sweater is everything and has been haunting my dreams for years.
Haters gonna hate but ya'll know if you looked this good in a cream cape and orange lipstick you'd be making this face too.
Um...yah, I'm all set GoopyG...but thanks.....
jk jk jk I go on Goop all the time and am like, tell me GoopyG, TELL ME YOUR SECRETS TO MEETING/BEING A SWEATER WHISPERER!! (But seriously tell me.)
Welp, she's done it again folks. The whisperer has spoken. This feels totally in-between seasons. Wearing it tomorrow. DONE. She's right. Goopy's always right. She knows the sweater secrets.
Like much of America, I woke up this Tuesday morning planning big things. Maybe shower. Maybe clean the bathroom. Maybe watch the first few minutes of a yoga video while eating granola and then be like "nah, I'm gonna watch Better Things on FX instead." But then we all FOUND OUT.
And I don't even know what to think. I want to say "well, love is clearly dead" but maybe love actually died when Brad left the first wife he had made vows to for another woman? But, like, whatever, shit happens, and we had all moved on as a country and ACCEPTED Brad and Angie as the duo that was actually built to last. And now they're coming at us with this shit?!? Unacceptable. I mean, I even considered watching that weird seaside french movie they made together once! But then I didn't. The point is, I do actually feel kind of sad about it. They got so many children, yo! Also, how much weed does Brad Pitt smoke? Is he just vaping left and right in a fedora on his minimalist couch all day OR WHAT? And what happens to their line of wines, now? And their villa in France? And do they not remember when all the kids drew all over her wedding dress? I have so many questions.
In all seriousness, my parents are divorced and I turned out totally fine (ha! HA!), so Shiloh, Knox, Z,, the rest of you whose names I can't remember—guys, my blog door is open if you need to chat.
Uh. RIP BRANGELINA.
(For real though, are you watching Better Things? That and Atlanta = my new fav shows.)
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