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I love Texas, but why does Rick Perry have to be such a dick?
“My state is #50 in health care! Weee!”
I promised myself when I went freelance that I would buy health insurance- and one of those desk chair bicycles so my backside wouldn’t turn into a butt pancake.
Only one of these things I’ve succeeded at.
With the help of a broker, I found the cheapest insurance Blue Cross Blue Shield has to offer and I took it. Knock on wood, I’m a healthy, non-smoking twenty-something so the plan is somewhat reasonable at $117/month, but it definitely adds to the financial pinch each month. Truthfully $117 is all I can afford.
Through reviewing my policy kit and asking questions to my broker, I learned that the plan covers very little. At least I have insurance if a fleet of angry advanced beings from another planet attack.
Yesterday was the first day I put my insurance coverage to the test.
I became sick over the weekend with a high fever, sore throat and questionable delusions. I spent a lot of Friday night dreaming about cheese (more…)
I wrote this last month while visiting home. It was a difficult one to write. Did a lot of reflecting…
As the plane descended over the familiar lush landscape that is my hometown, several emotions reacquainted themselves with me. Feelings of joy, sadness, fear and optimism alternated dance steps in my brain.
“Where has all the time gone?”
“What will the future hold?”
“What happened to all the people I loved who have passed?”
“How can I keep moving forward?”
These are questions I don’t ask myself anymore. They’re only questions raised when provoked by the sight of my past, which is something that happens irregularly since I moved away from my home and family eight years ago.
In our attempt to live a fulfilling adult life, it’s often easy to get caught up in the minutia and forget what you’re thinking, feeling. To forget where you came from.
This last trip home wouldn’t let me walk past the flowers without perking my senses.
I was picked up by my beautiful and cheerful (more…)
I hope y’all had a wonderful 4th of July. Besides working for a few hours, I got a little swimming and fireworks in. I also got some unintentional flashing in.
My mother gave me this delightful gold bathing suit from the 70s that makes one feel like a 50s pinup model (if they can squeeze their ass into it; it takes me about 5 minutes to get the darn thing over my badonk).
As you an see from the picture, the bathing suit is one piece with little boobie cups and a nice golden sheen.
What you can’t see from the picture, because I’m crossing my legs, is my crotch. Because you would see it.
The bathing suit, when dry, looks like a solid piece of craftsmanship.
Upon getting wet, the suit turns into a quintessential 70s pube show that I imagine they used to dig in that decade.
I’m a confident person, but I’m not quite at a place in my life where I enjoy publicly showing off my lady parts. I guess this suit will only be used for sunbathing.
Or Boogie Nights reenactments.
For (more…)
A recent photo of the author ecstatic to be at the beach
Last September I went the freelance route.
Though it’s been paved with stomach-churning scares (“what do you mean my check is arriving NEXT week?!”) and painful boredom (“maybe I should drive down to Whole Foods and stare at people”), career-wise, I’ve never been happier.
Though I’m not rollin’ in it, the most joyous attribute of going freelance is the amount of time off I have to travel.
My last 9-5 job gave me 5 vacation days a year. Those five days included sick and personal time. Since the company decided to place their business almost an hour outside of Austin, that meant one had to add two extra hours of drive time for a doctor’s or DMV appointment. Personal errands that you could only attend to during the business work week took almost all day to achieve which meant one less vacation day a year. Needless to say, I never felt encouraged to go to the doctor when I needed to.
We also had no bookend days off on important (more…)
I don’t know a lot in this world, but I do know a lot about Fleetwood Mac.
If they offered studies in Fleetwood Mac, I’d have a PhD. I’d wow the living shit out of people on CNN with my insane Fleetwood Mac knowledge.
I spent the majority of my awkward and sweaty prepubescent years fantasizing about Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham getting it on.
I listened to every song one or the other wrote and dissected with great scrutiny the meaning behind each song.
They were my personal soap opera and I couldn’t get enough.
I began thinking about relationships in terms of Stevie and Lindsey.
Relationships must be passionate, dysfunctional and highly inspirational. You must break up with the person but write about them for decades afterwards.
This is what art & love & life are all about, right? RIGHT?!
Even though I was (thankfully) able to move past that idea, I still find myself going on Nicks-Buckingham binges where I gobble up every angst-riddled song and (more…)
Fashion/Design, Music, Pop Culture
80s Fashion Night: Howard Jones, Less Than Zero and Keytars (pics)
I met my match with Geoff. Never have I met a person who enjoys dressing up as much as I do.
The man has two closets full of costumes.
We will take any excuse to dress up and last night’s excuse was a Howard Jones concert at Austin City Limits.
Who is Howard Jones, you ask?
This awesome dude:
Here is one of HoJo’s most popular songs, “What is Love?” (not to be confused with the Haddaway jam). Trust me, once you hear this song you’ll know what it is. You’ll be all like, “I know that song, but I have no idea who the f Howard Jones is!” It took me two days to stop calling him Howard Johnson.
HoJo has a bunch of other hits that you’ll probably recognize but got confused with Thomas Dolby.
Geoff and I decided to dress 80s last night because it’s our favorite decade.
He wore an 80s New Wave outfit that consists of his original clothes from the 80s and I wore my best Blair in Less Than Zero ensemble.
Sadly, I wasn’t expecting much from the Howard Jones show (we got (more…)
When I lived in LA, one of the anomalies I couldn’t wrap my brain around are the ridiculous lines for In-N-Out Burger. Even in a jaded city like Los Angeles, the popularity of the In-N-Out has never waned.
Though I don’t particularly like or dislike In-N-Out Burger, I can tell you I had my certain times of ABSOLUTE HATE when as a personal assistant, I had to wait in the lunch line for an hour just to get a friggin’ cheeseburger and fries for my boss. Nothing feels more awesome than trying to maneuver with 75 other cars in a tiny-ass parking lot off of Sunset Boulevard.
But in case this something you enjoy, Austinites will now have the luxury to FREAK THE F out over In-N-Out Burger in Round Rock.
Eater announced today that reports of In-N-Out hiring a local planning firm to figure out zoning issues has surfaced. Though In-N-Out has not confirmed building a Central Texas location, this looks like good news for people who love it Animal-style in bed.
I (more…)
It’s fascinating what human cause stories catch like wildfire on social media and which ones do not. Just last week, bullied bus monitor, Karen Klein, received over $650,000 in funds from sympathetic citizens who saw the torturous online video of her being bullied by students. In May, the story of honor student Diane Tran made headlines after a judge ordered her to jail for missing school due to working a full-time job to support her siblings. After enough public outcry, the judge reversed the order. A few months back, here in Austin, the gratuitous shooting by Austin Police of the dog Cisco caught the attention of the world and over 100k likes on Facebook. The social media stir resulted in the APD issuing an apology to Cisco’s owner, Michael Paxton, and policy change within the APD.
Many stories, like the three listed above, really strike through to the heart of humans. An elderly woman being told by kids that she should die? A young woman trying to do the right thing sent to jail? (more…)
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Only in Texas.
(County Line BBQ on Lake Travis)