Life is good, but I've been FOMOing too hard to get anything productive done. Last Thursday I went to the Bleachers/Charli XCX show (where BORNS opened!!), Friday I went to dinner in SF to wish my girl Emma the best of luck on her move to SoCal (we'll miss you!!), Saturday I made everyone raft down the river with me starting at 8am for my early birthday celebration and Sunday I thought about recovering, writing articles that are due, writing blog posts I've already photographed, buying eggs, working out but instead I went into the city again to sit in the park drinking wine with Ziggy (where I impulsively bought Outside Lands tickets). I woke up with a fresh crop of pimples on my face and I've got some ridiculous shin bruises from jumping off cliffs (maybe?). But that's fine because it's not like I have to be naked for five days straight in VEGAS in two weeks--jk, that's exactly what I'm doing!
WOO HOO; I'M GETTING TOO OLD FOR THIS.
If you never see me again after August, now you know why. But at least I'm not moving and job-searching at the same time this year.
Cheers to summer and being on the closer-to-30-end-of-my-20s and not having to carry boxes anywhere and excessive exclamation marks!