If you’re looking for a way to burn two hours and have it feel like two seconds, fall down a hole on Instagram. That’s what happened last night. I went from Wicked City to Evan Ross’s IG account to midnight in the blink of an eye. First impressions of Wicked City: warped, demented, some chick stabbed to death in the back of a trunk while blood splattered all over the camera lens? Count me in for next week Ed Westwick, you twisted…
I knew I was back in the land of the living (or is that the dead), when I rolled into Taco Bell in San Luis Obispo and the kid behind the counter asked me if I was ready to think outside the bun. Bun, what…
What can I say? I don’t usually do these year end wrap-up things but was going through a bunch of pictures last night, trying to avoid the chocolate peanut butter balls my friend made me for Christmas, and started feeling nostalgic. Seriously, I could…
Yesterday a guy I’ve done some search work with called to thank me for referring a nice chunk of business to him. We hadn’t spoken in about 6 months so it turned into a catch-up session, semi-overdone on his part based on sheer gratitude.…