Cameron doesn’t know who I am, but I want to save him. I want to be his gay Jesus.
I wasn't supposed to like LA... but something had to give.
As we've all been there once or twice or three times, can we at least laugh about it? Maybe a weird, sad laugh, like, "HA! Ha... haaaaaa."
I’m ready for you, 30. Throw all the Merino wool sweaters and New York Times Real Estate sections you want to at me! You’ll never win!