friendship
Notes on Peach
It is the sort of app where you talk about having a headache, the fact that you’re horny, a memory you have of your father that still fucks you up, and of course, pictures of your dog, mostly to a cobbled-together group of people you’ve never even met who have, for some unknown reason, all agreed not to judge.
ME TODAY Primary category in which blog post is published
“I will never do this again,” she said, hours before the party even started
Sixty bottles of wine, two-hundred cans of beer, ten russian salads, five platters of Manchego cheese, twelve bags of crackers, three bags of chips, fifteen bowls of hummus, three plates of fried peppers, three cakes, two coffee thermoses, fifty wine glasses...
ME TODAY Primary category in which blog post is published
My best friend’s girlfriend searched for videos of “the worst fireworks ever”
Our downward YouTube search spiral led to “biggest waves of all time.”
The Tell-Tale Fan: A Tale of Everyday Heroism, in Five Acts
"Oh!" Jenny appeared in the doorway and said, breezily, "That's just the bathroom fan."
Drinks Primary category in which blog post is published
Three people, two bottles of wine.
I'm begging you.
