I recently received an envelope from my father re tax info. Enclosed was this notable photograph from the Great Depression. Apparently, this is his way of telling me to be more mindful of my finances. Either that or things have gone way south at the homestead.
Evidence of my "thing" for trash. New Year's 2008. I received this photo (among several disgusting others) from a mysterious email 3 weeks after my trip to NYC. Apparently someone among the group was sober enough to remember how to spell my last name.
What is the appeal for rollerbladers here in Chicago? Other than the lakeshore path, where else can you break into a stride? I am sick of watching you struggle across pot hole ridden side streets. I am embarrassed for you.
I am really torn about visiting this place. It could be fun; I could get gang-banged.
I saw this woman in St. Marteen- the French side of course, everyone is all crazy over there. Some oafish divorcee was fawning all over her and these giant tats! Apparently she is some sort of celebrity.
I am really into this idea. In fact, this may be the future of my career as a therapist.
http://www.botjunkie.com/2008/04/10/paro-robot-therapy-seal-just-wants-your-love/
I am going to make my own Pure Michigan commercial. Only mine will be about meth, guns, and tanning salons.
The train smelled like tons of stale, beer-soaked mustaches today. It must be baseball season.
For me, looking at dead pigeons is just as irresistible as gawking at a car wreck or watching slasher movies. As much as it totally disgusts me, I just can't stop. What compels me to turn my head towards that flattened pigeon on the way to work each day?
I give Andy full credit for this.
Food and tattoos, artfully rendered together. This is happening.
I have developed this fantasy of running my own street meat cart in Chicago. Well, more like a taco truck. Perhaps, I should start smaller- with dumplings, for example.
Try not to be so self-conscious when you start emanating that rank Subway scent. There is a scientific explanation. But seriously, are people really this clueless about how to clean their clothes?
This story deserves some air time. I love bad dates, but I mostly just love talking about them. I have told the silly paper plate artist anecdote many times, but a man who wont stop talking about everything he wants to pee on...Awesome. I can't take credit for this one, but it's worth mentioning. I can only imagine where his mind was wandering during the course of this date: ice in the urinals, snow, camp fires, into your beer...
If I see one more person half-concealing their mouth with this stupid Betty Boop hand gesture I am going to scream. Enough, seriously. It looks cute in your head, not all over Facebook.
Profanity may be for the weak minded, but I am still rooting for "wank" to make a sweeping comeback.
Quite possibly my favorite store ever. After all the hype/delays surrounding it's grand opening, Top Shop has finally landed in the U.S. I may just have to make a special trip over to NYC...don't judge me.
A plug for my college roommate and bff. I can't wait until you are famous and I can make $$ off these enumerable awkward college photos I have lying around. Yessss. Congrats Taryn!
I have made several entries already, mostly under the alias(s) of other family members. (Sorry Stephen, you must claim ownership of that puppy chow donut). This is the future of donuts we are talking about!
Redeeming qualities for Twitter...BAKERY UPDATES!
Good stuff right here. This band satisfies several of my musical enjoyment requirements: melodious explosions, extended climaxes, and of course, whistling.
