A series of texts I sent to my friend Maile after the rotten wood on our deck was replaced:
PS. After you fuck up two texts your phone should just automatically shut off to save you from yourself. Just a suggestion, Apple.
And in less slightly-confusing news, it’s time for this week’s wrap-up:
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- What’s going on in your cat’s mind
- You might insult some people, but in the end you’ll save a shitload of time at recitals.
What you missed on the internets:
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
- And then Beyonce-the-giant-metal-chicken was immortalized forever.
- Day made.
- Thanks, Forbes.
- I understand the concept of conscious spending. (In that I’m mostly conscious when I’m spending.)
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up is sponsored by my friend Marie, creator of Misanthropista. She’s sort of a bad-ass and most of her emails end with “Oh, bite me” or “What the fuck are you looking at?” but deep down she has a heart of gold and will teach you all about sexting. You should check her out. Bring donuts.