Goodbye Mesa. Goodbye QT. Goodbye heat. Goodbye chips and salsa. Goodbye my daily frozen yogurt fix. Goodbye indie music scene. Goodbye freeways of the gods. Goodbye Westwood. Goodbye Sonic. Goodbye Steve (you crook). Goodbye awkward conversations with people I haven’t … Continue reading
Image from here. So there I was, driving down the streets of Mesa in my trusty steed, George Jettson. It was high noon. I needed to turn left at the next intersection. I switched lanes to do so. As I … Continue reading
One of the bad things (among many) about visiting my hometown after having moved away three years ago is the enormous rush of nostalgia that hits me like a tsunami every time I leave the house. Around every corner, there … Continue reading
Welcome to another titillating round of Saturday Steals! Before we fully begin, I would like to take a moment for a little bit of housekeeping. It has come to my attention that some readers who are interested in participating in … Continue reading
As I reported yesterday, Poor Kyle and I had an illicit weekend affair in the ever-sultry city of Las Vegas last week. It was all very dramatic, except for the part where it wasn’t, and can anyone say Prima Donna? … Continue reading
Oh, hello. Long time no see. You know how sometimes it’s awkward when you’ve lost touch with someone who used to be a really good friend, and then when at last you bump into him or her again it’s all … Continue reading
I drove from Canada to Arizona all by myself. I have done it several times before, but every time I go, I question whether or not I will really be able to make it. I mean, that’s a long way … Continue reading