ride or die (but probably die): my life sans cheese

The first time I ever realized I was from the Midwest was I was sitting in a room, surrounded by New Yorkers, and I squealed when I saw two cows kissing one another. Cows are cute. I like flannel. Soda will ALWAYS be called pop to me. You can kick the boy out of the Midwest, but goddamn, is that buttermilk ranch flavored force within him strong as heck.

Snoopy x Levi’s, aka “Fuck, Why did I walk into Levi’s Today?”

I love limited edition and collaboration. If I had one reason to my downfall listed on my headstone it’d read, “Here lies Darrin, he was a compulsive shopper, please note this designer headstone for proof”. Today was the launch of the Peanuts x Levi’s Collaboration, which honestly? I had no idea it was even a … Continue reading Snoopy x Levi’s, aka “Fuck, Why did I walk into Levi’s Today?”

Hangover Support: Coping with too many Cakes

Do you ever push yourself past what you presumed were inhuman boundaries, achieving only what you thought the gods were capable of? That was me, post Cake Chronicles. Come today, it has officially been a week since I completed There and Cake Again, by Darrin Baggins, and still, I've found myself CONTINUOUSLY hungover from all … Continue reading Hangover Support: Coping with too many Cakes

Consolation Cake: You can have your sads and eat them too.

https://youtu.be/qCbUnzPa0Fw This really isn't a post bashing Valentine's Day. I mean, of course the last time I went on a date was probably during the Jurassic period, but whatever. I'm fine. I don't debate abandoning life to raise alpacas in the Andes mountains on the daily, nor do I eat a pound of guacamole in … Continue reading Consolation Cake: You can have your sads and eat them too.