Yo! Quick dispatch from VA. Hope your summer is going well and you're not resorting to taking naps in grimy sluiceways that prompt people to call 911 upon discovering your motionless body. How's my summer so far? Well let me tell you. As if I haven't already beat you over the head with tales of ... View Post
In a singular attempt at some sort of "therapy" in this whole warped, weird process (I refused anything formal, and I'm pretty sure I'm turning out ok), I went to one session of a support group for people who are in a similar situation as me. I was honestly looking forward to telling my story, ... View Post
[Rails LA Carter star print denim shirt + LNA deep V tee + Rag & Bone Newbury booties, black denim shorts, & hat + Orvis Battenkill suitcase FTW!] Sometimes, you need to get the hell out of town—on the double. ... 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 ... View Post
[Pictured: latergram from an especially rank bathroom in RVA after a margarita. Obviously.] There are a lot of things I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing I do know: dick and fart jokes are great. I was in a relatively stellar mood on my way into a meeting recently when the familiar ... View Post