It was a shame about the disgusting old person in Cherokee Bakery. I’m a fiend for bakery goods. I love them all: donuts, pastries, gooey butter cake, cookies, bread, cake, pie, all of it. Probably it will be my downfall someday. I already have pudding thighs at the age of 25. On the other hand, … Continue reading I Saw Her Again →

A very strange thing just happened to me. I’m sitting here at the little pocket park between two buildings, on a park bench in a tiny sliver of shadow because it’s only just past noon. I took the day off to get a good start on unpacking into my little apartment above a Mexican restaurant. … Continue reading I’m Creeped Out →