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.

 

I feel like I’ve been giving everyone this face today and I’m sorry.
(Except, I’m not sorry to the two girls who spent four minutes paying for sandwiches at Pax today. You deserve all the Marianne Dashwood shade in the world.)

I feel like I’ve been giving everyone this face today and I’m sorry.

(Except, I’m not sorry to the two girls who spent four minutes paying for sandwiches at Pax today. You deserve all the Marianne Dashwood shade in the world.)

Scrolling through my Grace Van Cutsem archives and remembered THIS happened. At my high school BFF’s wedding. God, Heather is the best.

Scrolling through my Grace Van Cutsem archives and remembered THIS happened. At my high school BFF’s wedding. God, Heather is the best.

Got my hair did. The color is perfect and the cut is fine, but “your hair has such pretty natural wave—like a mermaid”, is the new “we’re really busy and don’t have time for a full blow out.”
Meh. I guess I look less uptight this way.

Got my hair did. The color is perfect and the cut is fine, but “your hair has such pretty natural wave—like a mermaid”, is the new “we’re really busy and don’t have time for a full blow out.”

Meh. I guess I look less uptight this way.

This is what I look like after traveling almost 2 hours from Manhattan (and watching throngs of people on the verge of riot), after drinking almost 2 ridiculously strong margaritas, and after eating a 2 person portion of guacamole that was portioned in half for me.
Basically, I’m tired and trying to figure out the coolest way to ask my roommate if I can watch the X Factor results show in 45 minutes.

This is what I look like after traveling almost 2 hours from Manhattan (and watching throngs of people on the verge of riot), after drinking almost 2 ridiculously strong margaritas, and after eating a 2 person portion of guacamole that was portioned in half for me.

Basically, I’m tired and trying to figure out the coolest way to ask my roommate if I can watch the X Factor results show in 45 minutes.

Teased my hair with mousse this morning and then put it in a bun, and now I look so Irish I should be in 1854 Killarney.

Teased my hair with mousse this morning and then put it in a bun, and now I look so Irish I should be in 1854 Killarney.