Whenever midterms are pinning me down, I try to get some perspective. It could be worse.
Atrsweek editor Eric James, for example, just got her wallet stolen in Hollywood by a 7-foot tall drag queen crackhead.
Wednesday’s Forecast: What are the chances? A drag queen and a crackhead.
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“dusty rusty crusty musty ass california hills”
“frowning in plaid (haunted radios, bird bones + anthropomorphized wind)”
“warming my hands on bridges i’ve burnt”
“songs that make me see god”
“My Playlist #236”
“classy wine moment and intellectual conversation”
“90s heroin chic model off duty”
“tweet tweet bird emoji map emoji”
“not my circus, not my monkeys”
“a grave is probably cheaper than an apartment”
“ATE THESE BITCHES LEFT NO CRUMBS / DID IT IN DESIGNER PUMPS”
