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I've been living without a car for years now. Really, I don't need a car living in Chicago. During the day I can get anywhere by public transportation. By night, Uber and Lyft are an app swipe away. And, yeah, OK, I've even been known to take a bus home at 3am to save a few as well. Sure, there are times when having a car would make life more convenient. It takes me at least two hours and ten extra dollars to get to anyone in my family by taking two trains (and even then I either have to walk...

I sold my car today. Most people are actually shocked that I didn't sell it before I left to travel for the first time. But, if you remember, my original plan was to only be abroad for about 9 months and then road trip around the US. And I would have needed my car for that. But then I ended up staying away for 15 months. And then I didn't road trip for various reasons. And then I had to get a new battery. And a new tire. And my car got towed and I didn't notice until 9 days later....

Last Sunday I hung out with MK and Adam all day in the garage as they rebuilt their 1972 Triumph TR6. We took a lot of trips to stores where I pointed pink things out. Like pink butt connectors. They sell those in the auto store. Just sayin'. For lunch my happy meal came with a kids bop CD full of songs inappropriate for children that age to be singing. I made them listen to it while they worked. [gallery type="rectangular" link="none" size="full" ids="49905,49906,49907,49908,49909,49910,49911,49912,49913,49914,49915,49916,49917,49918,49919,49920,49921,49922,49923,49924,49925,49926,49927,49928,49929"]...

Bobby: Why do you have such a big lens? Me: Because my penis is really small. *** I have started a new photography project. Basically any Sunday I am free I am holing myself up in a garage with MK and Adam and documenting the rebuilding of a 1972 Triumph TR6. I call the project "Road to Triumph." So Sunday after lunch I headed over to MK's and followed them around for eight hours. [gallery type="rectangular" link="none" size="full" ids="49938,49939,49940,49941,49942,49943,49944,49945,49946,49947,49948,49949,49950,49951,49952,49955,49956,49957,49958,49959,49960,49961,49962,49963,49964,49965,49966,49967,49968"]...

Movies Wednesday night we went to Hollywood Boulevard because JoeJoe had won free ticket for eight. We saw The International because nothing else good was playing. The movie was about a couple of guys who went to a really cool museum for about ten minutes. Other than that I can't tell you a single thing that happened int he movie. My bruschetta was good though. Tonight Nadia and I went to see Bride Wars. We were the only two in the theatre except for a random dude. Random dude, why did you go to see a chick flick alone? You know you...

1. I don't know whether I am disappointed or relieved about that photo. 2. The other day I saw the fattest squirrel ever. It looked like a fuzzy ball with a tail. I wish I had had my camera. 3. Last night I stopped by a party at a coworker's condo. It was seriously the most amazing condo ever: a ubercool lofty condo right overlooking the Chicago River and the city. I am in love with it. He had good food too. And a chocolate fountain, although I don't think he keeps that up year round. 4. This morning I finished all of...

one. Sometimes you get in the car with only the intent of moving it from one side of the street to the other. Then sometimes, an hour later, a grande mocha later, a spontaneous drive past a ghost of a house later, a theme song later, you finally end up parking. two. Seriously, I need to stop handing over my paychecks to Target. three. I hate it when I hear a song start on the radio ba ba ba ba badadumdum and it turns out to be "Under Pressure." I love it when I hear a song start on the radio ba ba ba ba...