Neptune's Only Daughter

Give 'em a listen here!

More Cranberry Juice

"Love is like a UTI, it doesn't sound so bad until it happens to you..."

Ad Campaigns of the Highest Quality

Fast Times....

Elvis DNA

A story from weeks past:

Waiting for the appropriate time of departure on my final day in Chicago, I was sitting in a Starbucks with my black tea, all packed up and ready to head back to O'hare via subway. Some coffee patrons tie their dog up outside while they head in leaving nobody to watch him, but passers by, and me, from the window. One of my best buds, who's birthday was celebrated the following night, texted me about her outrageous consumption, and her hence getting sick all over. I then thought that it must be the dog's birthday too because just at that moment, I was the lucky witness watching the dog hack and gag and finally toss its cookies on the sidewalk. There was a  puddle, which later a woman unknowingly stepped through. I smiled.   

A couple minutes later, as I was finishing my tea, an out of place and out of work man who was mumbling to himself and organizing papers in the corner near me approached me asking if it was Sunday. 

"Yes, Sunday it is," I respond.

"Thanks Mame, you look like a Presley."

"Oh, well, that's a nice little thought." ....and he trails away. 

I pack up and get on the train. 

Chicago Blues

Heather from ANTM sighted at The Manor. 

We tried not to be creepy and stalker like, but observing the socially awkward Tyra outcast was much to entertaining. I may not be model tall, but I like being small. Today my Dad sent me this song of encouragement via text:

Thumbelina, Thumbelina, tiny little thing

Thumbelina laugh, Thumbelina sing, 

Oh Thumbelina, what's the difference if you're very small

When your heart is full of love, you're nine feet tall

TOBASCO music and an afternoon SNOW

Flash snows in April, that's what I'm talkin' about. This is no joke. Happy April Fool's.