What if you found out that you don’t have to sign in blood that you are gay or straight. What if you discovered there is a box you can check labeled “no freaking clue”. Marty has a hard enough time deciding what type of rice to shop for let alone if she is into men or women. Her best friend Harvey seems to know exactly what she wants in life yet has a stronger commitment to her juice diet than anyone she’s sleeping with. What a hot mess this duo makes in Los Angeles, the city of struggling actors and restaurants on wheels. Love, friendship and family are all these two need to survive cringe worthy moments in their attempt to figure out who they are and where they are going in life.