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 ... 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
[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. ... 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
I revealed on the C+C Facebook recently that I kind of hate the living s*$t out of this blog's name. Ha! Sorry, man. But it could not be further from my style. Not the caftan part, just the whole thing: the kind of lame-duck humor to it, the too-easy pairing, the alliteration... the family-friendly ... View Post