The DM | Issue Forty One
Or the one where we keep it short and sweet, but mostly short
Deep dog-level sigh. It’s been a week. But you know that. Your liver knows that. Your bank account knows that. Olivia Wilde’s publicist definitely knows that. So don’t worry darling, we got something small but special for you today. Life is better with tiny little treats, amiright?
Speaking of tiny treats, here’s a photo of me from 2013 when I met Harry Styles while on a run and he offered me a ‘wee sip of his coconut’. Naturally, I hyperventilated and snort laughed. A moment in time he immediately forgot and I still shudder thinking about it. What was I saying? Right. This week’s DM. Less… but more. Like a tiny intentional saliva exchange with the biggest pop star on the planet. As it was.
From Meg
Reading: this stupid article on what NYC influencers do all day. I just couldn’t help myself and I know, I’m so sorry. This weather is making my brain mush. Some new phrase highlights that made me gasp in pleasure and shame: ‘bougie-bitch handbook, hot-girl jogging, and a large-scale poster of the periodic table. My major takeaway? Influencers seem to spend a lot of time walking. …Probably because they have nothing else to do. hehehe.
Drinking: Honestly, this is my most basic DM ever written. I’m about to tell you how much I love smoothies. SMOOTHIES FOR PREZ. But damn it, if drinking something out of a straw isn’t just a special experience I can’t seem to get enough of. Give me your $10 smoothies and I will walk around this whole town like an influencer ‘working’ with my head full of antioxidants and my heart pumping to the sound of a pop song that I’m too embarrassed to share out loud. JK, it’s obviously One Direction.
Wearing: this brown workout set, after I got both my nails and toes a lovely brown color while I drink out of my cute brown ESWB. @Tinx called it first but I’m calling it second, brown is the color of the season and I’m not just talking about how GD hot it is!
From Devon
Applying: a poppy-colored tint to my lips (but not to my cheeks because it makes me look like a Raggedy Ann doll and that’s not the lewk I’m going for these days) and a ‘freezer door martini’ strategy to my at-home cocktail game (but, please, make it gin).
Watching: ‘The Swimmer’, a short film about ‘the power of ritual’ that definitely makes me not not tear up just a little bit.
Listening to: new Khruangbin, ‘Santa Barbara’, and Patty Griffin throwbacks.
Confirming: that you should a) make this peach cobbler while you *still have time* and b) wrap all future gifts in this pizza wrapping paper.
Loling at: wedding floor dance moves. See ya on the dancefloor, BFFs.