Monthly Archives: March 2011
My supervisor? His name is Kosta. He’s Greek. Which has nothing at all to do with anything, but yeah. Greek. And he has very animated facial expressions, which is horrible for someone like me who picks up other people’s mannerisms … Continue reading
That’s all. P.S. Holy shit, is this month over yet!?
This is a sign in front of a gas station near my sister’s home in Utah. I wish I would have gotten a picture of it the last time I was visiting when it said, “Come eat and get gas.”
There’s this huge red dirt field (also known as an “expanse of land,” also known as an “expanse of red adobe desert,” also known as “uncharted desert territory,” also known as “raw clay land,” et al., etc., ad infinitum*) behind … Continue reading
I’m in Hesperia tonight. Which is only 75 miles from home, but might as well be on the other side of the country. Here’s the thing about me, peeps. I’m an O.C. girl. Most people don’t travel beyond the Orange … Continue reading
I always feel like kind of an impostor while sitting in Starbucks, doing nothing more than checking on my cafe. So, it made me smile when, a few weeks ago, I looked up and saw this. Makes me wonder what … Continue reading
I think her’s is saying, “Really? Another picture?” What do you think?