o absof*ckinglutely:

AW? In this economy, etc etc

11. There are many grifters around, but there are thousands of principled and smart people out there too. Listen less to the loudest and most prominent voices (including me), and more to the marginal(ized) ones.

I feel 100% certain that liberal democracy will prevail… just not sure when.

#TheEnd

malpractice

‘nice talk, sugar mouth.’

if I were half as funny as I think I am, I’d be falling all over myself for this comms job.

take my moneyyyyyy

ingenious

respectfully, idgaf who you are to me: treat me like your admin when you have an actual assistant and i don’t and i will hulk so far the f*ck out, you may never see regular me again.

in the 60’s, my grandfather owned *the* go-to men’s haberdashery of Culver City and it was dope as f*ck

don’t even get me started on the custom made coats w her name sewn into the lining 😭😭

liberating these 80’s era Barneys and Fred Segal Santa Monica garment bags from my recently deceased l.a.-born Jewish grammy’s belongings is the most me-coded thing i may ever do in my lifetime
(cc @jasondiamond.bsky.social as this seems extremely your sh*t)

the nyc doe having widespread login issues on a mandated remote school day that should’ve been a snow day: media0.giphy.com/media/RR30mI...

absolutely my ministry

😹

already mentally preparing to find my 12 y.o. rubbing a steak on her face at 5am during a full moon due to some tktk bullsh*t she sees on this 🙄

there’s a smell, right? there’s gotta be a smell. that alone has me ready to riot.

wake up babe, a new communications strategy just dropped

this is coming on strong in ‘24 and im concerned

*salutes*

if you’re rolling up to the imperiolis uws bar tonite, better say 👋🏼 2 ya girl

in delia’s veritas

so terribly sad to hear this. The world is worse without Gabe in it.

dope af

sleater-kinney, ‘bad dance’

even better: m.youtube.com/watch?v=N2vf...

m.youtube.com/watch?v=rLTE...

Nov. 6

the inverse is ardor and it’s absolutely where it’s at

bit late but big vindicated—this is why they’ll pry my tattered, 10-year-old Barneys cashmere out of my cold, dead hands