Tori meant it that way, I think, citing Tosh.0’s recent tweets as the most reasonable spokesperson for the cause of getting Dunham to wear clothes. But you know I love Dunham. Also you know I’ve long wondered why Daniel Tosh doesn’t wear less clothes, because otherwise he has only his toothiness and earnest bafflement to hold ones attention—mine, anyway, and it moves on just as quickly. Of course now that I’m image searching Tosh shirtless pics, I’m even more disappointed. Can this marriage be saved?
Also, A.J., because we didn’t talk on the phone today, I think it prudent to describe that while I was filming in the weeds on Sunday, I must have stumbled into a nest of chiggers, because now I have about 20 or so bites going up my legs, with the majority of them on my upper-thighs and hips—just below the waistband of my shorts. Obviously I’ve scratched each irritant; now they’re weeping. They look like crushed pimples with an amber crust. I used that home remedy of nail polish remover to “suffocate” whatever untoward alien babies may be growing inside me. I smell peculiar and feel ugly. I’m writing this with my pants off, of course, while the homes of my little brood weep.