I thought I should bring dessert...

So I am leaving my current job. I cried when I quit. I cried for hours afterwards. Lex told me that it was a part of growing up... fabulously of course.

I'm an asshole. So much so that I even showed an acquaintance my clipbook at a bar on Friday night because I was so super pumped.

But whenever I am feeling low, I plan to say the following words 3 times out loud.

Yummicoco: "cupcake contacts"


It's funny how NYC has been decimated by these mini-diabetes-inducing cakes--and now like politics and religion, cupcakes have become divisive.



Sax: ah man, I'd split you some sugar sweet if you wanna go.

Yummicoco: no!

We bought a bar of 85% dark chocolate instead.







Going to Miami tomorrow for a wedding.

When BGA asked me what hotel I was going to for the weekend, I shuttered.

Yummicoco: I don't know, Holiday Inn.

Is it more embarrassing to stay at econo-friendly lodging than to boast contacts and clipbooks?

Either way, I am an asshole...fabulously of course!