Kiko for Maison Kitsune “Effortlessly French" SS15 RTW Collection
Here are some dogs enjoying Popsicles.
Aim low and open your heart.
Best way to kick off the Ask Polly column now featured on The Cut.
I was living alone for the first time, which was amazing, but I tended to revel in this solitude to the point of rarely leaving my apartment. I washed the wood floors a lot, and grew nice houseplants. I also worked from home; see also: no work friends to speak of… I can handle isolation. I don’t mind it. I can be alone for a stretch. I can call old friends on the phone. But this was crazy. I was basically living and working alone, and I had NO ONE in the entire city of L.A. to hang out with. Just going to the corner store felt like an epic journey. I got all bugged out and self-conscious…I wanted friendships to grow slowly and naturally, and I had no patience for people who seemed too different from me. I was a cross between Winona Ryder in Heathers and E.T. — a jumpy, bug-eyed alien life force with a shitty attitude about everyone and everything… No one was perfectly equipped to understand every inch of my tortured soul.
Dealing with Comcast.