One of these days I’ll stop getting a second wind at 10:30 pm and get a decent night’s sleep

Never underestimate the power of student activism, esp when beer money is on the line www.washingtonian.com/2025/09/16/t...

Landry Kiffin hard-launching with Whit Weeks—this week of all weeks—is the kind of chaos I didn’t know I needed. Ginger, get the popcorn.

It's Monday, so we're posting about bars that we're mad that they closed (bonus points for anyone who can name the last one)

an underrated superpower to ADHD is being able to say that you MIGHT show up to something anywhere on the planet and it being true

Hey folks in SE Kentucky/Tennessee, Virginia, hell, ANYwhere in the South: @hollyanderson.bsky.social and ABTCR are the real heroes, but you could be a hero too by fostering this sweet boy. And yes, they deliver!

It’s not the best presentation, but it was pretty tasty.

Yet again, I resent Philly for making me like them

JORDAN DAVIS RUMBLE BABY

Husband is watching some espn fantasy football show. The dude looks like a Vegas magician whose show is free with the buffet.

“Hard Rock Stadium: 22 short miles from campus, or 90 minutes if you were smart enough to leave yesterday”

Y’all just know Dabo has pulled out the Bible and is reading Revelations or some shit in the locker room during this delay, calling the lighting “God’s Plan” (not Drake)

I went here and everyone said they didn’t know your girl

can check

[Deep breaths]

did anyone catch the license plate of the turnip truck I apparently just fell out of, or should I go ahead and label myself ‘newly discovered produce'

It’s been such a long day that I forgot that I also flew here today. Thought it was yesterday. Sitting here with my dad and doing my best not to dwell on what this stretch of life feels like.

Hello from home.

It got worse. and you, Ryan Nanni, started it.

On the plane, heading home for a funeral and a weekend of general sadness. Put on this week’s ep and now I’m cackling loud enough that people are looking at me. @celebrityhottub.bsky.social @hollyanderson.bsky.social — these stares are your fault. (Also I’m only 28 minutes in.)

“They aren’t running this kid enough in XC practice,” I say to no one in particular, as the kid runs our stairs like the Sanford steps for the 8th time, just because at 9:45 pm

Because fuck this week/month/year, that’s why

I won’t say who sent this one to me, but I will say that you made Mr. Notarizona (my reformed Vegas gambler) throw his head back and cackle. Y’all made me tear up with the pictures, the DMs, the texts, the love. You’re all wonderful people and I am overcome with gratitude. It’s good to be home.

“We have a bumpy ride so we’re suspending cabin service” that moment when you realize, through your bourbon and bubble haze, that you’re in New York, and a train is always the better way to get home

Not pictured: the double Woodford previously consumed

Success. Now to do this again in five weeks, but with all 85 of my staff.

“It’s nice out, we can roll the windows down” is my code for “this uber smells like an ashtray and my hair is porous”

This song isn’t long enough, put it it on repeat open.spotify.com/track/6Xk5Aa...

LinkedIn remains the most unhinged social media platform. Recent highlights of who’s been viewing my profile: - situationship from freshman year that fizzled after a month when I refused to, um, ‘advance the plot’ - my mom’s college sweetheart—who she left for my dad. I’ve never met this man

I don’t love the suit/shorts combo. …however, respectfully.

Saturdays: husband brings additional TV to basement to get more CFB in one place, bringing joy to our home Sundays, me: “This is too much NFL”

This is why I need my engineering kid to abandon his dreams of MIT and think *local*

THESE PLAYERS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME

THESE PLAYERS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME

If yall will excuse me, I’m gonna pour some bourbon and get into corpse pose

When Dabo loses we all win

every time you’re about to make a half-formed argument online, ask yourself: is there a chore I should be doing instead

The husband just owned me on this one. (He’s watching the Sox/Yankees game)

“HERE COMES TROUBLE AND HIS GOOD BUDDY MISCHIEF”

What a charming story. There were 180 people at my wedding; I doubt I would have noticed a crasher. (What I did notice was a woman my grandmother invited from her church—her hat was so big it should’ve RSVP’d separately.) apple.news/AZvnO00xARBm...

I have no idea who this woman is, but honestly

“why wait for the best when I could have you” good lord

Welp.

TAPS SIGN

Today is *not* the day to push my buttons

It me. I’m pointy-side up.

not going to let the 45,929 emails I need to answer get in the way of me fantasizing about winning powerball (I didn't even buy a ticket, so this is a real fantasy we're talking about here)