I’ve never been someone who’s relied to heavily on negativity to find common ground, find humor, or find a voice. And there’s a really simple reason for this that has nothing to do with moral high ground or an overwhelming positivity. I just don’t like getting my feelings hurt. And the idea that I might inadvertently hurt someone else’s makes… View Post
Sundays are bullshit. I’ve hated Sundays for as long as I’ve had school, or been employed with any sort of regularity. They’re bullshit, man. Sundays are like airbags. You don’t want to need them. When they happen, it’s just padding before bad stuff happens. You like to know they’re there, or else Saturdays would be bullshit, too. But their actual… View Post
[No shame with this outdoor concert get-up: fisherman sweater from Anthro + Rag & Bone The Cut-off shorts and B-low the belt studded belt. I think I wore the same thing to summer camp, just from the Gap.] I was sitting in traffic behind a pickup truck with one of those roof attachments. Leonard brand. And I stared at it—this… View Post
Some part of my brain knew that most of the books I pulled off shelves and read as a teenager were in no way age appropriate. I bought Glamorama in the Sydney, Australia airport when my mom wasn’t looking and spent the summer confused as hell and way more knowledgeable about the nature of blood patterns than any 18 year… View Post
Some scenes from last week. And a little to say. We still have little to show aside from bathroom renovation progress—I mean, I got this mirror awhile back and we haven’t even hung it yet, so—but I figured I’d pop by anyway and tilt the scales a little. But not about anything I want to tilt the scales about, really—duh. The… View Post