Posts tagged “best friends forever”

  1. I never expected anything like The Toast.

  2. Hiring Nikki as managing editor two years ago was easily the best professional decision Nicole and I have ever made. I STILL HAVEN'T MET HER, which is outrageous, but nobody's fault (surely it's somebody's fault), but everything she has ever written here has been absolute gold, and I want to make sure everyone gets a chance to re-read her back catalog and say nice things to her on Twitter.

  3. I love Nicole so much, and I'm getting hit with the yearbook feelings, where I want to grab all of you in the hallways and make you promise that we are really going to keep in touch, and I have been going through her archives this week and I wanted to remind you of some of her greatest hits. WE NEVER APPRECIATED HER ENOUGH.

  4. The Story

    One day in summer Frog was not feeling well.

    Toad said, "Frog, you are looking quite green."

    "But I always look green," said Frog. "I am a frog."

    And Toad turned his head and said nothing, and Frog knew that he had said the wrong thing.

  5. Growing up I wasn’t like other kids. I didn’t want to play tag at recess, or go over to the neighbor’s house and play their video games. I barely even wanted to run around with the family dog. No, nobody really understood me, but that’s okay because books are my best friends. My best friends.

  6. John Mayer's got Shia LaBeouf's back these days it seems. The singer went on a Twitter spree Wednesday morning defending the actor's latest controversial (and wacky) behavior. "Re: Shia. Being young and very talented/successful is like dropping in to the top of Mount Everest via helicopter," Mayer wrote. "There are moments in life where you need to feel quantum shift, movement. And if where you already are is considered the top…" He added, "The dumb people disintegrate, and the…


              Happy birthday, Joan Didion! One of these women is Joan herself. The other is Vogue editor Anna Wintour. Can you guess which is which?…

  8. It was a decade ago that Lauren and I got matching tattoos, three-inch flames on the inside of our right biceps. The guy who did them was stocky, cranky and wearing a leather vest. In the next chair, a girl no older than us was wincing tearfully as she got her boyfriend's name inked onto her hip inside a fat red heart. I'd be lying if I said the contrast didn’t make us feel a…