Thunder Only Happens When It’s Rainin’

I never feel like more of a cliché than when I'm sitting outside on my stoop in San Francisco, wearing some flannel I got from the men's section at TJ Maxx, listening to Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" on repeat. Call me clichéd - call all of us white girls hoping to discover themselves spiritually-but-not-in-too-crazy-of-a-way clichéd - … Continue reading Thunder Only Happens When It’s Rainin’