Since starting a blog is apparently “in” again and Señor Frog’s in Aruba somehow closed down in time for spring break this year, here’s a deep dive (if you aren’t able to click away fast enough) into my superficial world of highly saturated travel photos, strategically posed pictures with Miss Universe contestants and some shots of my abs (possibly paired with inspirational quotes to make me seem insightful). Also, I might sometimes add a recipe or two from my famous kitchen (famous for nearly earning the first UN certification for “famine” in the Western world since the 1800s, but that’s neither here nor there).
Since I was in GQ last year and it was the biggest thing to happen to me since my wisdom teeth embedded themselves into each other, causing me to go below 6% body fat (I looked amazing, btw and tyia), you’ll probably have to hear a lot about it. Did I mention I was in GQ? And that some poor dude had to follow me around for nine months? Nine whole months! By the way, I was in GQ. In case you didn’t know.
As I told a lovely band of schoolchildren visiting Stanford the other day, the only thing in life I filter is what I post on Instagram, so…good luck. Yeah.
*Not really, you should eat spinach for that.