I'm in Peas & Pickles doing my grocery shopping, and a certain Neil Diamond song which I happen to hate comes on the radio and all of a sudden I'm sobbing into the bok choy. Fauzi, the Egyptian guy who's always working there when I come in looks up from the cash register and says, "Rebekah, why are you weeping ( Read more... )

So, I went to hear Fiasco at Crash Mansion last night and I'm standing in the audience waiting for the show to start and I hear this voice behind me, and I swear to god it's Connor. Then I turn around and it's this short little guy with blond curly hair. It was the freakiest thing ( Read more... )

So, Alex got arrested last night. Actually, he was just accosted for having an open container. The great irony of the situation is that not 30 seconds before our conversation had gone something like this ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I'm living in New York. I have an apartment and everything. Cool. I can do this.

I just re-wired a blender using nothing but a pair of sun glasses and a spoon.

In other news, retrospect fucking sucks.

I was doing fine, really, until I realized that I was swallowing mouthfuls of my own blood. Then I started to get a bit queasy. But really the dentist was very nice about it, giving me an extra novocaine shot when I whimpered like a small child. Actually, I was thinking it must be really hard to be a dentist. I mean, their profession is about ( Read more... )

Went to TFL for lunch today. I made it about ten steps into the door before Scott bowled me over. Amazing, no one was mad that I disappeared for 10 months without saying goodbye or telling anyone where I was going. They were all just happy to see me. It's so strange to me, people who love you for no other reason than that you're there. Good ( Read more... )

Well, I got sucked into the evil that is myspace. However, in my defense it is a myspace music account and there are three of my sort of decently recorded songs up. Three songs picked at random, mind you, not my best, not my worst. Still, it's kind of cool. But if I have to listen to the opening bars of "Footprints in the Snow" one more time I'm ( Read more... )

I'm finding myself a bit at loose ends. I wander around my parents house from room to room convinced that there's something I should be doing, but really there's nothing to be done. Nothing to do and nothing to be done. Nothing to do and nothing to be done about it. Maybe I'll drive down to Wichita and see all the Trees for Life people ( Read more... )

Well, I'm in Iceland. My hands are all prunish. Let's hear it for a spa day. Did you know that Iceland is called Iceland because it means "Island" and not because there's a lot of ice here? I didn't. It just never occured to me. Strange, huh? What's even stranger, it just feels like I've gone on one of my breaks, ya know?