Sounds like Jenny Slate’s inner child came out a little later in life.
"Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.” — Sophia Loren
I’m eating pasta in Nolita with one of my bestest friends tomorrow. I can’t wait for tomorrow! But I’m also enjoying today. Finally a weekend!
How do the weirdos find me??? I had the strangest second date ever last night. Even an attractive, vegetarian, med student who went to Princeton is not a good fit. He owns birds, is a little too into crystals, and made me some kind of energy thing that has little pieces of metal and stuff and I swear there’s human hair in it. Ah!