I have recently come to the conclusion that New Yorkers are far ahead of Californians. Look what the shit they’re reading:

I have no idea what this book is about. However, I felt compelled to share it with you for whatever reason. The title is nice.

My significant other is whining about his desire for tequila and for me to get into the bathtub. It is 10am, and I am almost positively sure that if i were anyone but myself I would be miserably (un)happy. I guess i shall…. seize it all? Carpe Omnis.