millennial origin story: consignment stores.

The bone broth in those days. My G-d.

another post about the hipster cafe epidemic, this one written while drinking a lavender lemonade.

Today I’m working at a vegan café which is attached to a nutrition shop which is attached to a very …

meetings, church services and karaoke.

If you could be instantly present anywhere in the universe, would you choose a place where a teenager was playing the electric drums and it smelled like a cafe inside a UPS Store? 

#childhood: a series of neutral observations about the ridiculousness of tiny humans.

Preschoolers are only a little bigger than the average house cat, and far smaller than the average dog. They can feasibly accomplish what I’ve only dreamed about: to ride the back of a chocolate lab as if it were a horse.

sad bureaucratic rooms, paranoid white millennials, and the importance of dirty jokes.

These are the type of white millennial who will only host their personal blog on the dark web. If you ask this type of white millennial what his favorite animal is, he’ll lie, just to cover his tracks.