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I am so cliché right now:  barely touching my Japanese takeout, wearing work out pants that I mainly wear when I am not working out, and sitting on the faux wood floor of my soon to be ex apartment. It’s every bit a scene out of a familiar movie. It mimics that one montage scene in which the main character is making some sort of significant transition; picture clips of furniture slowly disappearing from a dwelling as the main character is going through a very obvious and dramatic emotionally reflective period. There is usually some heavy sound track playing in the background for added effect.

Shit. I have my Ipod playing in the back ground right now, and I am sitting on the floor all aloof. Can you surpass cliché? What would that be called?

Although my dumplings are cold, I have to admit that the sound of my favorite Pandora radio station reverberating between my scant living room walls actually feels comforting. It is a good thing I also have 7 layer dip to counteract the cold take-out. I should just go ahead and start making origami piñatas while I am at it. After all, all of my entertaining gadgets are stacked like a failed game of Tetris into a bunch of overpriced boxes at the moment.

cat oragami

This is the best I can do.

There is something incredibly relieving about freeing yourself from material belongings. Read the rest of this entry

High Rollin’

Eldorado Casino Voucher

[The good thing about rock bottom is that you can only go up, right? Also, those feelings of jealousy you’re have over my glittery clutch… they are normal. I am usually way more flashy, but it was the casino, so I figured I would tone it down.]

Over the weekend, I traveled to my home town (Shreveport, LA) for the first time in almost half a year. Jazzy and I cruised on up to S-town early not early enough on Saturday. Our ride went a little like this:

  • Miss McDonald’s breakfast by five minutes? Done.
  • Configure my iPod plugger upper thingy in a secure position. Roger that.
  • Get frusterated with epic static interferance. Yep.
  • Re-rig Ipod connector looping it over the rear view mirror like fuzzy dice. There we go.
  • Attempt to drive without a swinging Iphone smashing in to my window and/or face. Check.

Surprisingly we didn’t die from flying cell phone attacks or boredom. In fact, after three hours of trying to woo Pandora Radio to play period play what we wanted, we arrived feeling quite alive. Although I am not sure why, we were also feeling lucky. 

The Shreveport/ Bossier area basically consists of two attractions. Restaurants and casinos. If you ever need to gain weight and lose all your money, now you know where to go. You’re welcome. I will make one serious recommendation however, if you find yourself here, go to Superior Bar & Grill and get one of these: Read the rest of this entry

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