The truth be told: Yes, I do work at Cactus Flower every Friday til close. Yes, I do like people coming to visit me, and bringing coffee. But, you know, just don't forget the coffee. Never forget the coffee. (I'm curious to see if anyone believes this and actually brings me a cup of coffee. Bonus friend points for that person. How many ( Read more... )

I'm subbing at Cactus Flower now. What this subbing-thing means is that there aren't any positions open but I've been fully trained and will fill in for shifts that people can't make. I'm hoping that I'll get spot on the schedule. And then be your local vintage clothing store sales associate. And (a repetition of the word "and" to begin a ( Read more... )

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you ( Read more... )

Not in this panic-endured state anymore. That was sort-lived and due to lack of sleep and just being in a current transition state really. I was going to come back to Bloomington this Wednesday but instead I'm going to go to Chicago with Jenn O and her man-friend. I figured it out and one trip down to Bloomington will cost me 50 dollars for ( Read more... )

the Gary casino boats are where it's at

current ambition: study the workings behind the slot machine. master the art of black jack. put my small, swift, sneaky gypsy hands to work

After a failing attempt of our bar crawl last night, and even a trip to the Radisson's bar to hit on old men with money, Vanessa and I drove out to Round the Clock. The same kids we hung out there with when we were 16 are still there. The interior is different though. Saw an old something...boy I should say. The gold washed off as years passed ( Read more... )

There's nothing more uncomfortable than having your 19 year-old brother tell you he's slept with 24 women ( Read more... )

In Crown Point, Indiana the sidewalks along the city centre are now aligned with giant cement bulldogs, each painted to represent each business or store the bulldog is standing in front of. It's tacky. To be honest, it feels strange to be back home, but very easy at the same time ( Read more... )

This morning I opened my door to the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Not an exaggeration. Completely completely beautiful. And he was there to check me out of my room (note: at times such as these you do realize there is A LITTLE THING CALLED LUCK and instead of the old bavarian landlord coming to fill out the paperwork so you can pick-up ( Read more... )

I am in what appears to be a palestinian-owned internet cafe on this side street in Paris. The keyboard is so fucked, this is what it would look like if I typed this sentence normally ( Read more... )