Cinespia: the only time you can get excited about going to a cemetery

Recently I partook in a hipster's dream come true, Cinespia (it's really obscure, you've probably never heard of it). It's where you spend the evening with hundreds of your closest Angelenos watching a classic film at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. Whip out the skinny jeans and get a 6-pack of PBR and you are good to go!

I blame the MAN

Sorry I have been MIA, I am now officially a slave to the man. I promise there will be an update on everything that has been going on soon! Until then, here are some cute puppies.

Where were you?

There are moments that define generations. For years people have asked, "Where were you when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor?" or "Where were you when Kennedy was assassinated?" It is impossible not to ask these questions for the events changed the path of modern American history.

My generation bears a huge load, one that many have argued could tear the nation apart. We will be asked, "Where were you on September 11, 2001?" The answer is simple. I was getting ready to go to an early morning English class in my sophomore year of high school when my Mom turned on the radio and told me that this was important. I was in class when the towers came crashing down. At the time I didn't realize what a BIG FUCKING DEAL it was.