Celebrate Brooklyn
The full sked has landed.
Live it. Love it. Celebrate it (or whatevs).
The full sked has landed.
Live it. Love it. Celebrate it (or whatevs).
Erica, in her new incarnation as organized madam of now TWO blogs, shot her unstaff an email yesterday asking if any of us wanted to do a post about the new plan for the GAP in Park Slope.
Hallelujah!
Finally, an affordable place to buy clothes that doesn’t entail my spending another moment at the dreaded Atlantic Center.
Me, me, me, me, me! Choose me, Erica. I wanna write it.
So, I've had a calamitous two weeks. Let it just be said that it's ironic (yes, i said it cupcake man!) that i would be quoted in New York magazine demanding a retraction on that Park Slope as city's greatest hood designation at this moment in time. And, by the way, I want to redouble my call to douchey Manhattanites to stay put.
Please note: this post has been dictated entirely by Oliver's Animal Communicator. However, all thoughts, opinions and points-of-view are his and his alone.
I know that my mom Erica has written about me many time on this blog before (and also on Twitter). Truth be told, I kind of like it.
I've met some of you around the neighborhood and I'm always really flattered when one of you FIPS readers recognizes me.
In fact, I feel like you have all really embraced me as a community, and that's why I felt it was time I was truly honest with you. And that means telling the truth and telling the WHOLE TRUTH.
Yes, I realize its supposed to fucking SNOW TODAY, people, but we are cutting edge here at FIPS. So when everyone is all focused on winter-n-shit again, we're rolling it back to focus on Spring. And what do we all do the second it warms up? We buy ice cream...or ices in the case of FIPS reader Ally, who is hoping that her brush with disgustingness will help to save even ONE of you from contracting monkey AIDS. Behold: