What we’re mourning: my girl Chelsea. No, don’t worry—no one named Chelsea is dead! Knock on wood. It’s that my Chelsea boots are becoming less seasonally appropriate and I just don’t think I’m ready to say my goodbyes.
What we’re listening to: “We Can’t Stop” by Miley. Why did this ever stop?
What we’re reading: Outside Magazine’s profile of Bun Lai (of Miya’s fame). Best line: “This 44-year-old son of New Haven has the smooth, rippled body of a porn star and a voice like Captain America.”
What we’re experimenting with: Greek yogurt and turmeric facial masks. If you think slathering my face in this shit is odd, at least my face is even.
What we’re fingering: our keyboards, you sicko!