I met Becky in middle school in Atlanta. She was instantly popular, I was a mixed up little wallflower. Still though, we clicked, and when she moved away during high school, we became pen pals. Fast forward to 2015 and Iām living on her couch in Nolita and weāre both doing some of our first internships in media at *lowers voice* Viceāme at the art section, her in the food section. Weād walk across the bridge to the office together every day. Around this time is when we somehow found ourselves on a Twitch stream with Martin Skhreli and he called us the Moron Twins. 7 years later, people still call us that. I love Becky so much that I call her my dogās name, and I call my dog Becky. Itās the same kind of unconditional love and instant happiness upon seeing her, like a puppy dog. Get you a best friend like Becky.
Recently Iāve been taking my creative career a bit more seriously than I have been, and honestly... itās been going WAY better than I thought it would??? One of those reasons being how good the response has been to the content that I've been making, which honestly means the world to me. The other reason has to be my amazing partner in crime Iāve been working with during this whole adventure.
I'm not gonna lie, I had A LOT of worries with the idea of merging something like business especially in a creative field with a friendship with someone who I consider one of my fav people ever. What if we hate each other? What if arguments drive us apart? What if that lil nigga slime me??? But itās honestly been SUCH a lovely experience. It weirdly feels extremely natural and familiar. I feel like I never have to worry if weāre on the same page because we just know each other so well itās honestly funny.
There will be times where I overthink myself into believing that sheās not on the same wavelength for an idea, and she never hesitates to clock the FUCK out my tea and remind me that Iām bein a lame ahh nigga and itās so comforting.
Success has always been such a drowning and cluttering thought to me and would often regress me into not doing anything and stunting my own growth. But thereās just something so special about the idea that someone wants a goal just as much as you do to the point where they believe in you enough to do the whole journey with you.
Obviously, sheās much more than just a manager or wtv sheās my best friend and always and forever will be. Iāll just always and forever be grateful for how much she believes in me. Itās awesome. I hope one day Iāll be the person you see so clearly in me, but Iāll take it one day at a time!
So pleaseee please please do that stupid random idea that you and your friend thought about on a random Tuesday. It may seem scary and terrifying, but I think thatās whatās beautiful abt it. YOU GOT THIS TWINS!!!
My bestie makes me feel like Iām the hottest smartest sweetest bitch to ever do it š„² I love them so much and feel so grateful that they love me and wanna goof the fuck around with me on the regular.
A very smart ex-boyfriend of mine once told me that when you want to start incorporating something new into your life that feels like a burden, start by doing it in the most fancy, expensive way so that it doesnāt feel like a punishment. At that time, it meant buying only Whole Foods groceries for myself so that Iād make myself stay home and cook. Now Iāll cook whateverās on sale or laying around. I used this for exercising too, starting at boutique classes and then graduating to free Youtube workouts. I hate flossing but I applied this mentality to trying to force myself to do it, and these flosses come in obnoxious DTC packaging and in shishi flavors like Cara Cara Orange and Pineapple Upside Down Cake. Making the flossing process a financial burden and a little bit more dynamic has improved my dental hygiene significantly.
Itās rare for men to have je ne sais quoi, and I am obsessive about the ones who I think do. The depraved, roguish charm of Serge Gainsbourg has fascinated me for as long as I can remember, and so has Rod Serlingās ability to careen between sinister and comforting. I already regret saying this in a public forum, but when I interviewed Larry Gagosian, I detected a lot of that nameless quality in himāprobably from his ability to self-efface freely with a fox-in-the-henhouse twinkle in his eye. Most recently, Iāve become completely enraptured by Gene Wilderās peculiar energy, which ping-pongs irrationally between mellow yellow to tempestuous. The āPuttinā On The Ritzā scene in Young Frankenstein makes my heart swellāimagine that man, with those watery, cornflower blue eyes, describing you as āWhat was once an inarticulate mass of lifeless tissues, [who is now] a cultured, sophisticated, man about townā...?
I understand why, but it's so strange to me that parts of the body go in and out of style. Lol. I know boobs are decidedly *out* right now but I love showing off my underboob during the dog days of summer with these Sandy Liang tops. Peak ventilation! Excuse me, sir, but my eyes are down there.