WE OUT HERE!

From criticism to fluff to fueg peepin, you have arrived.

Welcome to the happiest place on the internet (sometimes). I recently caught up to the 21st century when I heard actual crickets on my original home, tinyletter.

this is the new era of The Fueg, a newsletter I started in Notes (like everyone else) back in 2015ish with a few new friends (now old friends) outside of an east village bar at the point of the night where my rambling turned into deep dives of furry boots and low rise jeans - the deep ponderings of our generation.

here we are, almost ten years later, i’ve somehow not aged a day but wisened up enough to know that i was definitely right about low rise jeans.

love,

amy