Sharon

Sharon is hot. She wears pink rain boots with puppy dogs on them.

for some reason, i feel like i never get enough TIME when i’m hanging out with sharon senser. E-time, yes. we can email back and forth for hours and days. but face time? never enough. never. it started out with karaoke in brooklyn—(i can’t hear Journey anymore without thinking about sharon)—which led to hugging dolphin-shaped bushes in southern california—to doing headstands in my SF hotel room. why are we always cut short? maybe because our worlds and heads would explode if we were allowed any REAL time for adventures. i guess that’s probably it. i love this girl, though. lovelovelove.

...because she is always up for any new adventure. she stays true to herself. she is always there to listen. and she hasn’t forgotten about me, even though i’m 10,000 miles away!

She’s a librarian. I think that’s probably enough.

On the 36th floor of the San Francisco Hyatt we sipped premium Red Bull and vodka from the top shelf, chomped on bar snacks of the Orient, discussed fine topics such as “the perfect baby”, and bonded over a mutual fear of heights (although this doesn’t stop her from suicidally jumping out of planes). It was a pleasure! And thanks also for introducing us to the Hemlock (even though we got sidetracked by the bar next to it for a brief moment and ordered the mysterious blue drink named after the love between Leanne and the bartender).

he steals things and stands on his head. also he will be one part of my four part baby that will be the most spectacular looking child on the planet.

the first time i met almostgold she brought me brownies. before i ever met her she sent me biscotti in the mail. she makes me chocolate chip cookies without nuts, special. also, she is nice and fun and crafty and one of the best presents the internet ever gave me!