oh jesus body double's, when you . . .

Post things like this to Craigslist’s Missed Connections, I feel your pain. You might not be nailed to an actual cross, but I’m sure those skinny jeans hurt like Hell.

I pulled up to the library and started locking my bike to the railing when you came out and started unlocking yours. Our eyes never met because we were so enthralled with what was going on below the belt. “Look at those jeans,” we [...]

take it off, please

Conversation between me and fellow cafe regular:

Him: I just have to say I love your style.

Me: Thanks.

Him: I love it. You’re edgy without being a hipster weirdo.

Me: Oh geez, do you have hipster-phobia?

Him: Oh, no. I mean, are you a hipster? I’m sorry if I offended you.

Me: No, definitely not a hipster. It takes way too much effort to look that greasy, but I do love to make [...]

rags that leave you richer pt. 1

Like I always opine to anyone who will actually listen to my sarcasm-laced tirades: a city is only as good as it’s thrifting.

If this be the case, and it is (because I’m never wrong about these things): Los Angeles is one pretty damn good city. It’s cleaning up it’s downtown, revamping it’s Metro, hosting championship-winning teams (my Lakers, ahem), and boasts some of the best vintage/thrift stores you’ll ever see.

Guess why. . [...]