I live in New York. I am a comedian, writer and actor. My day job is blogging for VH1.com. I write about the silly things celebrities and pop stars do, so you know...God's work.

You may have seen my writing on many other reputable websites (The Huffington Post, Hello Giggles, xojane.com, The Hairpin, Splitsider, The FW, etc.). I also write crazy blogs about Game of Thrones, Magneto and Jeff Goldblum.

I don't want to talk about anything with you except Star Trek Into Darkness.

 

wherefoodis asked
I'm in London for the summer! Is there anything you recommend I do while I'm here?

Oh my God! Do everything!

But seriously…visit Portobello Road, but don’t buy jewelry from the “jewelry stores”. Buy old whistles and watches and pins from the antique store booths. Eat chips out of a paper cone. Walk across Waterloo bridge whenever you can. If it feels too windy, pause and stare out at St. Paul’s or the National Theatre. See theater! The one big regret I have is not seeing more shows. Visit Covent Garden in the early morning while all the shopgirls and boys are trying to open up the stores while nursing hangovers. Visit Hampstead Heath. Get lost in Camden Market. Spend too much money on a sweater you’ll never wear. Eat Indian food somewhere on Brick Lane. Wander the National Gallery. Look at the Elgin Marbles and debate about whether or not it’s right that they’re in the British Museum. Visit the Tate Modern and look at all the sad post WWII paintings, but then make yourself feel better with a cup of tea in their cafe. Ride the bus as often as you can. Sit on the top floor. But avoid the Night Bus if you can. Take the tube. Mind the gap. Take a train from Liverpool or Charing Cross or Paddington and find yourself in another English city one day. Get lost and use your wits to get back home. Fall in love with a boy with dark, curly tousled hair. Have drinks with him and discover he only sees you as a friend. Read poetry by the river. Get drunk in SoHo and pay attention to the girl who is singing weird love songs because even though the room hates her, she might be Florence and the Machine in four years time. 

Have fun. Have a cry. Have adventures and disappointments.

Always carry an umbrella in your purse. 

And just wander. London is great for wandering.