Last night — some goo goo dolls, john mayer, and bubble tea warfare with you and you and you and you
Karl stayed behind and ate bananas (4 of them)
hip hip hooray!
3/27— ended up at the worst party of the year but I found this human and we turned the night around by handing out popcorn bags filled with money to strangers and singing karaoke with friends at Warby Parker.
But when we arent belting our hearts out to M.J. or posing for polaroids with unkempt hair we hang out in Brooklyn working on this little thing called Ocho
Anyone who is willing to break with convention has the opportunity to expand the very definition of TV storytelling