A little over a year ago, Katie, Matt, and I made our rarely-trekked trek to Broad Ripple’s Alley Cat Lounge. I had too long sequestered myself up on the northeast side of the city, had just broken up with my live-in boyfriend of 3+ years, and had declared 2009 “The Year of Friendship.” I was [...]
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Souvenirs.
Some of you may have been wondering what tacky souvenir I got my BFF and Cockpit Comrade Katie when I was Up North the other weekend.
Let me tell you, reader - there was a lot to choose from. When we drove past THIS PLACE:
I knew. This is where I’d find it. Little did I know [...]
More Filth and Stripes. This time with more Bubba.
A little over a year ago, Katie and I met our friend Bubba. Whom you might know as “Brian,” but…whatever. He’s Bubba. Prior to that, our friend Uriaha constantly regaled us with stories of this best friend, stories that always started “Me and Bubba,” or “Bubba did the funniest thing,” or ”My friend Bubba makes [...]
In Defense of John Mayer. Kind of.
This is a difficult one to write. Namely because a good chunk of my current circle consists of people who wear skinny jeans and nerd glasses and listen to music that you probably won’t even hear about until like, ought-fifteen.
I say, “John Mayer!” They say, “SHUNNED!”
I’m not here to comment specifically on the “racist” comments put [...]
Surrender Jennifer
At around 2am on a Friday night, I was standing outside Dorman Street, drunkenly whining into my phone. On the other end? Matt Wilson, Brooklyn. My best friend since high school.
“I need you to do me a big favor. I need you to tell me that boys are stupid. And that I’m pretty.”
“We’re idiots, all of [...]
Everybody Knows This is Nowhere
Okay, I got kind of Mopey McMoperson there, as I am wont to do. Sometimes when I intend to end an entry with “and then I cried,” I don’t want the entry to start off all cheery and then spiral down into it.I take the balls-and-glory approach of “BAH! SAD! READ ABOUT IT!” However, I [...]
If you hold your ear up to the monitor, you can actually hear my moods swinging
STATUS! I’m still trucking along. Stomach? No longer in knots. Eye? No longer twitching.
Overall feeling is still one of crappiness, a general malaise, if you will, but THAT’S OKAY. I know it’s going to suck for a little while. I’ll get back to being the witty chick with tons of pluck; I always do. I [...]
How Celine Dion Ruined Christmas
Last year, my dad hit the jackpot of all Christmas gifts by getting my mom floor tickets to Celine Dion at Conseco Fieldhouse. The concert was nearly a YEAR away, in November 2008. Still, big win for Dad. So last month, my mom comes down, and on concert day she’s beaming, excited to finally see [...]
What I’ve Been Up To…(Or, if Mr. Smith is reading: “To What I’ve Been Up”)
Now that I’m back on the face of the earth (kind of)…
CHICAGO
I headed to Chi-town last Thursday night for my interview at Starcom MediaVest Group. My parents arranged for me to stay a night at a hotel downtown, because a) I have the best parents in the world (who really, really, want me get a job, [...]
Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side…
Note: All these pictures are courtesy of one Miss , so I didn’t take a single one of these. I also used a pirated version of Photoshop on Damon’s PC. Also? They are in no particular order, so my drunkenness does not progress photographically. The only honest thing about these pictures: the LOVE, people. THE LOVE.
Here’s picture [...]
It’s uh, nice day for uh..white wed– er, traffic jam.
I went home to Grand Rapids this weekend. I could tell you where this is, but it’s just easier if I point to a specified location on my right palm. [Hardy har, laugh at the Michigander.]
We (Me, Matt, Stadt, Nicole, and Nick) embarked on our eastward journey, in 3498524357 cars, because we are that efficient. [...]
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Last Days, 2005.
Time to clean out the text message library that has collected in my cell phone…
Favorite INBOX Messages:
(from Jeff): “men do everything for sex hair cuts & working out to look good enough for sex if it wasn’t for sex men would still be in a cave somewhere jerking off”
(from Matt): “Put $20 on [...]
