
I never choose brown, yet I always like it when I wear it. Warm and cozy, comfortable, browns are delicious and earthy and now that I’m swaddled in them I’m happy. For now.
There is a football team called the Browns. I’ve always thought this was a terrible name. I can’t get behind a color. How can I feel the ferocious violence of a sports team, and scream at them to destroy the opponent when they are just called the Browns? I just can’t. This is why I WILL NEVER ROOT FOR YOU BROWNS! Well, also because I’m a Colts fan. But that’s another story. Continue reading











