And if you think I should fuck off because I’m pregnant right now, or because I lost the tiniest poppyseeds, I get it, and I still love you but you can absolutely mute/unfollow me or whatever you need to protect your peace.

Love and solidarity to Chicago too.

(much more importantly I went from the conference opening reception to dinner with a dear friend of TWENTY SIX years and we talked for two hours without stopping and then followed up by text because we didn’t get to everything)

I ate some white chocolate pretzels I didn’t really want in bed to mark the occasion 😂

(I showed up to first-day-of-school dropoff with a suitcase and then went straight to get on the train.)

Hudson Yards - a blandly sterile capitalist nightmare - is all offensively expensive luxury brands (we were there for a free concert right outside), but before we even walked in (to use the bathroom), kiddo pipes up, can we go to Target? Apparently the I CONSUME THEREFORE I AM vibes get them young.