Sunday morning in Memphis. Old School Freight Train is on the iTunes, water is on the stove boiling for coffee, and biscuits are waiting to be put in the oven. Yes, they’re frozen but they deserve respect because they will be delicious. The AC is earning its keep up above me. It’s a trip having your own central air. You Midtown people know what I’m talking about, I’m sure. That quiet chilly breath on your…
I still plan on writing a big ol’ zombie-walk recap post, but first. This. This is one of the funniest pictures I have ever ever ever taken. And I bet you could use a laugh right about now. Bonus: I managed to get zombie Waldo in this photo. I didn’t realize there was a Waldo zombie until I saw a video of him after the walk. But BEHOLD! He walked among us!
I am out of the huge Superdrag phase I was in once upon a time, but every now and again a Superdrag song comes on the shuffle and just makes me say cuss words. As in, “Fuck. This is a great song.”
I’m working on this story about a boy and a girl who like each other but the boy has these weird hangups where he is absent during important moments in the girl’s life. Times like when she needs help moving, when she throws her housewarming, that time she has to drive herself to the emergency room, those times her out-of-town friends come to visit and to meet her other friends, that party she throws, that…
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The Rose of Sharon stick my mother gave to me that she’d ordered from the Arbor Day Foundation has been sitting in a pot of dirt, diligently watered for more than a month now, and it has finally sprung a tiny green leaf, just above the dirt. Huzzah. So sometimes sticks do turn into trees, if you leave them in dirt long enough. Heh. That is not at all true but it sounds like a…
This is a wildflower called spiderwort. I only know that because Lesleyest is basically my internet flower dictionary.
Union Avenue from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. I promise you, you still still long enough in Memphis, Tenn., and the music will come to you.
Oh, First World Problems. I ordered two packs of miracle berry pills at around 9 p.m. Friday, May 14. I needed them for the following Sunday for Randal’s going-away party, so I figured three- to five-day shipping would give them plenty of time to make it to me. I got nervous when the next Friday rolled around and they still weren’t here. I tracked the package and saw that it had shipped the night of…
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