Gogo! what an angel :') hypothetically, what if you made t-shirts with an image of Gogo, accompanied by hand-drawn text that reads "love revolves" to celebrate one year of I WILL DO WHATEVER I WANT...!
this was like sitting in a warm bath of existential dread with glitter in it. the dolphin gate rant? art. the mezcal tampon? journalism. “love revolves” made me clutch my chest like an elderly widow seeing her husband’s ghost. also I’d 1000% wear a shirt with Gogo and that phrase on it. this newsletter is the only place where slipping mid-bush-trim and hitting tweezers like a tuning fork somehow exist in the same spiritual plane. congrats on one year—you’ve built a tiny chaotic universe and I’m staying here forever.
I live in LA and haven’t been to a 99 cent store in a decade but it was definitely a place I loved to wander when I first moved here in 2005. I loved the bizarre flavors of Doritos and all the cheap candles.
wonderful post 🤍 reminded me of how my mother likes to tell people about what i referred to as “butt burn” as a child. poop was so wide i couldn’t get it out without tearing and cried every time i pooped due to my butt burn
the jack grazer prank call is criminally insane??? and you’d never met him??
Yes but when I meet him one day it’s ON SIGHT
Is it on sight or is this a case of Substack Fingers?
Gogo! what an angel :') hypothetically, what if you made t-shirts with an image of Gogo, accompanied by hand-drawn text that reads "love revolves" to celebrate one year of I WILL DO WHATEVER I WANT...!
party in the dolphin park
Let’s do a karaoke zoom call for 1 year
definitely in agreement with pore strips after a breakup and then not again for years
The pore strip/breakup dichotomy
party
this was like sitting in a warm bath of existential dread with glitter in it. the dolphin gate rant? art. the mezcal tampon? journalism. “love revolves” made me clutch my chest like an elderly widow seeing her husband’s ghost. also I’d 1000% wear a shirt with Gogo and that phrase on it. this newsletter is the only place where slipping mid-bush-trim and hitting tweezers like a tuning fork somehow exist in the same spiritual plane. congrats on one year—you’ve built a tiny chaotic universe and I’m staying here forever.
Well I’m gonna cry ❤️
I live in LA and haven’t been to a 99 cent store in a decade but it was definitely a place I loved to wander when I first moved here in 2005. I loved the bizarre flavors of Doritos and all the cheap candles.
I really enjoyed reading this post
wonderful post 🤍 reminded me of how my mother likes to tell people about what i referred to as “butt burn” as a child. poop was so wide i couldn’t get it out without tearing and cried every time i pooped due to my butt burn
“who approved this? there are no dolphins in bushwick”
this was so good mackenzie
Thank you so much Miss Emily
I love you Mackenzie
❤️🩹🤍❤️🩹🤍❤️🩹🤍🫂
Mackenzie one and only. 💘 p.s. How do we celebrate? By listening Kool & The Gang - Celebration on repeat, of course.
I meant khalua (coffee liqueur). That could be fun