On Fall Preview
I'd say you have the Mondays, but then what would I say to you tomorrow?
How many times have you promised me a newsletter you ass-swipes? Stop it! Goes in corner and cries.
Puto needed. God you stupid ass gringos.
dictated via swift key.
Now my inner thighs are all sweaty.
Annually, on 5-28, we collectively scream that it's motherfucking negroni season. And so it goes. So fun.
maybe this time la la la
In LA our assholes are out and proud. I'm not sure we're ready for these SF assholes camouflaged as the priced-out middle class.
Those were heady days, the Awl's recipe wars. Memories.
On Meet The Awl
Congratulations. How wonderful for you.
Sheepishly cuddling with my Vitamix. Better than a puppy.