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Sunday confessions, vol. 8

Sunday confessions, vol. 8

I hate when people honk their horn. I’ve complained a lot about traffic and bad drivers on here, but horn-honking is one of my biggest pet peeves in the world. Why the fuck do cars even have horns? Anytime someone honks, no one around them knows who the hell they are honking at, and 98% of … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 7

Sunday confessions, vol. 7

I hate traffic. I know that probably everyone agrees with that statement–it’s not like someone would be like “oh well actually, I LOVE wasting gas and time and getting sunburned only on my left arm while sitting in standstill traffic when I’m trying to get from point A to point B,” but I like really hate traffic. My … Continue reading

Sunday confessions, vol. 6

Sunday confessions, vol. 6

Sometimes for a snack I eat a bowl full of shredded cheese with pickle slices. I’ve always loved pickles, but I think this habit really started the summer that I lived on campus and worked at The Corner Cone in Yellow Springs with Gretchen. We would fill the little plastic ice cream cups with shredded cheese … Continue reading

life in a red state

So, the thing about Indiana is that it’s pretty much exactly the same as Ohio, except where Ohio is an unassuming swing state with plenty of metropolises to balance out its fair share of rednecks and hill folk, Indiana is blatantly red and mostly consists of sprawling corn fields, its only significant urban area being … Continue reading

just a small town girl…

So the verdict is in. Big Sal needs a new something-or-another because she continues to overheat, which means I will have to spend anywhere between $400-$600 to get her back in shape, and until then I’ll continue driving the crappy van. Great. It’s just money, though. As they say, mo’ money, mo’ problems, right? I … Continue reading

not since the last time

An interesting aspect of this summer is that for the last three weeks or so I have been driving my dad’s 1998 Ford Winstar mini-van, because my car – Big Sal, as I somewhat affectionately refer to her – has been having hot flashes in her old age and is no longer reliable enough for … Continue reading