I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
Me: If I was a football player, I'd probs make lots of touchdowns like that longhorn just did -- where he goes 100 yards in like 11 seconds.
Whit: Yes. And then it would rain kittens.
Me: Nightmare! I've watched the WHOLE 4th quarter. It's exciting. Are you proud of me? I don't even have a beer in my hand!
Whit: SO proud!
Me: That longhorn is stealing my golden plan!!! Pretending like he's hurt just so everyone watches and waits and cheers for JUST YOU.
Whit: Hahaha, you'd be the worst football player EVER.
Me: Dude. That Aggie that missed that kick hates his life right now.
Whit: He should. He just lost the game for us!
Me: If he was my boyf, I'd totes break up with him tonight.
Whit: Colt McCoy should never speak.
Me: Correct. Also, that name is ridiculous! They should have just named him Texas McCountry.