ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2012…

Wear sunscreen.  Just kidding. If you haven’t learned that after four Founder’s Days, then you’re basically doomed to spend the rest of your formative years (which you will surely find a way to extend into your thirties) rolling around in Brooklyn wearing flannel and being offended by things.  I write this because I want to… Continue reading ladies and gentlemen of the class of 2012…

I H8 NY

It’s been 18 days since I put on my brown suede boots and boarded a plane, and I have come to a depressing conclusion: the city where I thought I’d see all my wildest dreams come true is, in fact, an overcrowded happiness vacuum where Southwestern kindness goes to die.  Since it’s only been 18… Continue reading I H8 NY