Sweet Potatoe Plant.

One day a couple months ago, J had the bright idea to plant some sweet potatoes in our front yard, and not too long after, cute little green buds started popping out of the ground.



We both fancied J to be the greatest gardener of all time and that we’d have homegrown organic sweet potatoes to eat by winter time. We imagined all the people we’d have over and all the times we’d relish saying “oh these sweet potatoes? These are organic and homegrown right from our front yard” and all the compliments that would be showered upon us. To our delight, the sweet potato plant continued to grow, and fast.

And then they grew past the point of visual attractiveness… and wouldn’t stop.



Suddenly it wasn’t “J’s cute little sweet potato plant” anymore but more like “The giant prehistoric zombie bush plant from hell” spreading it’s evil mutant vines all over our entry gate, and I’ve watched enough freaky man-eating plant movies (don’t ask) to know that this plant’s exact intent was to take over our front yard, break into our house via cracks, grow inside all the walls and break through into our second floor bedrooms to strangle us in our sleep.


It is time for this plant to go.

Bye Boy.

One of the boys left the company.


It was weird to see his desk and surrounding area so clean and empty after four years of seeing it only covered in stacks of paper and cartons of cigarettes and take-out bags of old food. I used to ask how he could find anything in that haphazard, unsanitary mess and he used to say he'd have a harder time thinking if his desk was clean and he just operates better with a messy desk so lay off it. Standing there gazing at his empty desk and the place he used to sit and work and send annoying emails to me made me realize something I had never once noticed before.

I realized how much more awesome his computer parts were compared to mine.


I immediately started to harvest parts for my own use.


It was a good day.

Target Pharmacy.

Fig A: Susan from pharmacist’s point of view

At a distance approximately 40 minutes away from my neighborhood Target I found out that the Target pharmacy was to close 30 minutes later at 5PM. Having already pushed off going to Target for two weeks and not wanting to hassle myself to go on a weekday plus having nearly depleted my med supply, I fairly flew down the freeway like a crazy person whilst weaving through cars like police on a car chase, screeched my car into two parking spaces, spent two seconds worrying that my car might get keyed, then got over it and sprinted in a manner most inappropriate for one to run in a miniskirt across the parking lot and into the building, slamming myself into the counter at exactly 4:58PM, two minutes before closing!

Season Ending.

Wishing watermelon season would never ever ever ever end :(

Autumn.

I love clear blue skies and leaves rustling in the wind.

I love boots with skirts and cardigans.

I love warm tea and toast with strawberry jam.

I love the simple things.

Dinner on the Go.

Oh how I love paper towels! And watermelon! And swathing myself in paper towels to eat watermelon!

Morning After.

The morning after the great bang massacre of 2011, I was quite pleasantly surprised at how well my bangs actually turned out.

In fact, I loved my new home-made bangs so much I fell into another type of delirium.




The self-absorbed kind.

Bang bang.

I got so annoyed by my limp, grown-out, awkward-length bangs…



I done gone and hacked away at it in a fit of premeditated midnight delirium.



Fig A: The great bang massacre of 2011