Every summer I have a purpose, a goal, an intent. This summer, I don’t have that. And it’s making me absurdly stressed out. I have places I could go and things I could see, but there is nothing pulling me to a new continent. Romania did for a spell, and it still does, but I’m trying to be fiscally responsible. That’s why I’m not going, and that’s why I’m not going to UCLA. Will somebody please give me buckets of money? It’s for a good cause. I’ll buy a cute archaeological wardrobe and take intense courses and be a better Ben. But until then, I’ll just be the same me in very nice shoes.
Monday: Why don’t you buy unreasonably cheap red wine at ALDI’s and then let it breathe and be blown away by the transformation it undergoes? I’m already absurdly delighted at how […]
LOVE: Dammann Tea: I have spent years hunting for the perfect mint tea. I’m desperate for one that tastes just like the nectar they serve at the Grand Mosquée de […]