For the next two nights, I get to stay in this chic, Jeremiah Brent-designed room, snuggled in this adorable, cozy day bed. One point L.A.
But I have a roommate. She sleeps in THIS bed:
One point New York.
LA 3; NYC 4
(Continuation of emoji-loving This Fresh Prince mini-series)
I don’t know guys, I think we’re going to have LOTS to talk about, as the conversation so far has been super deep and substantive.

That moment last weekend when you begrudgingly put on that ring your ex-boyfriend bought you, because you had a fancy event and it’s the only nice ring you own. That subsequent moment, 3 days later when you STILL can’t get it off your finger because oops, you got fatter since that relationship.

So what I’m trying to say is, it’s time for someone to buy me a really nice ring that fits, Dad.
Also I might have to saw my finger off.
(Continuation of emoji-loving This Fresh Prince mini-series)
That moment when you lose patience and simply force someone to ask you out.
His mother.

Oh. Well that took a weird turn.
Interestingly, the general FEMALE reaction to Last Night’s Date has been two enthusiastic thumbs up (the words “marry him or I will give up on life entirely” have been used in a not-at-all dramatic fashion), while the general MALE reaction has been wholly unimpressed.
I went to dinner with my friends Gabi and Adam last night. Gabi was intiaitlly not sure, but then decided she was on Team Prankster….Adam was wholeheartedly anti.
Then this morning I received an email from a friend in California, saying that everyone in LA (and by everyone, she pretty much just meant herself) was rooting for him. I forwarded this to Gabi and Adam to prove that people are on totally on Team Prankster. Adam stood firm.
Slow clap video referenced in email: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nZHI88infeU