Random But Fitting

A Rare Bird in Texas

Why is it that ordinary people often think they’re extraordinary, yet extraordinary people seem genuinely confused to find themselves to be not at all ordinary?

I recently met a rare bird of a woman. Someone so humble and unaware of her rockstar-ness that it makes…

Murder & Loathing in Dallas

Fair warning. This is going to be a long post. I’ve tried to break it up into smaller pieces, but somehow the story just makes sense in its full glory as one post. So grab a coffee (or whatever life juice you prefer), sit back, and relax.

I’m fine! The rest of you need therapy.

LA is a city where weirdness is a sport. We undertake weirdness in a sort of maniacal way, as if to say, “I’m weird, therefore I exist,” and as we all know, our existential angst goes far deeper than that bottle (or two) of wine at dinner last night.