Cause My Mama Told Me So–Kicking the Habit


P.s. This if some of my dad’s earliest photography work hehe!

Some addictions, like running and studying, can benefit the abuser in therapeutic doses. Others, whether by over indulgence or one-time use… not so much. I don’t know where one might classify blogging–definitely not beside crack cocaine, but not quite far enough removed from, say, food over-consumption or TV marathoning or whatever seemed benign at the time until you realized that your quiz and future life depends on other things than the free-T-shirt Continue reading

Cupcakes and Coke and Totaled Cars


If your car ever gets squished to smithereens, remember to tell your friends about it.

Because if we find out via rumors of some text from a classmate with this obscure picture of you standing beside your hunk of metal, we’re comin’ after you.

Doesn’t matter if your precious baby car was totaled while you escaped with a few abrasions and edema, we’re comin’ after you.
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When I Realized the Government Shutdown Included the CDC and NIH


As if learning about every lethal bacterial species wasn’t bad enough, our government decided to run out of money and no longer keep tabs on stockpiles of infectious agents.

Just peachy.

Happy day for those who prefer Salmonella undercooked and unobserved. Let the food-borne illnesses just monitor themselves!

Oh and don’t worry about the small businesses that depend on the tourism drawn by our national parks. Pay no mind to the 2 million federal workers on furlough. I’d be more concerned about our congressmen with the winter season quickly approaching.

How will they ever get their flu shots?!?


Plodia interpunctella

Or more commonly, indianmeal moth. During the nightly study ritual, my computer at the table, my roommate’s notes strewn across the kitchen bar, some moths flitted over our heads. And soon others. One staring down from the ceiling. Two tacked on the pantry door. Three of us living here with three shelves now apparently a buffet for our newly discovered and completely unwelcome dinner guests.
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All [German-] American

Three free tickets.

My friends and I stood in the quarter-mile line for a few minutes before a kind passerby gifted three wisps of paper. Maybe it was because one of us limped about in a knee brace. Or maybe because we had this dull I-can’t-believe-it’s-not-better-staffed-during-prime-entrance-hours look in our eyes. Heaven sent, those tickets cost nothing but a quick giddy-up to the front of the line. As the lady pulled out the scanner, my hand twitched, nervously holding what might be fake or used. One. Two. Three. And we were golden.
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