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food, coffee, alcohol... Is it noon yet?

My accounting...

"Don't f*ck it up."

My english bulldog Ollie. He's got a screwed up set of knees, a wrinkly face, throws up randomly and has a tongue that hangs out like an Appalachian, yet he still struts his stuff on the street and has people swooning over him... #Legend

I can pound back 3 red-eyes and still be ready for a siesta by 2pm.

I guess I could go back to cooking professionally...

How long it has been since my last pizza, or drink...

How to hold a f*cking knife. Tired of all those Martha wannabes...

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