we are not what you think we are, we are golden

we are told that the place we know first becomes us, and no matter how far from it we may roam, it always has its place in our heart. well, courtney lawrence... im sorry that that place for you has to be whorelando. but that's okay... WE MISSED YOU!
last night was brilliant in that i got to see my dear and lovely friend and eat at the very resturaunt that i would probably live, sleep, and give birth to my first child in (if you know me, i dont even have to mention that this place happens to be tijuana flats). not only this, but we also embarked on a very promising excursion to the dollar tree of metrowest (a very treacherous journey for a white girl, yes) and well... you can see the results yourself



and thats the way the cookie crumbles.
as to extend my perceptually pointless writings about life in all its calamities, i am pleased to inform the world that my chewbacca backpack buddy finally came in the mail. yes. i said it. i own a chewbacca backpack buddy.


PROOF


i would assume its safe to say that this right here basically makes me the riteous ruler of the dr. phillips hipsters. so independent (hopefully you detected the sarcasm in that statement). but nonetheless, it makes me happy as a clam.
on another note, i have suddenly taken a liking to all things that are orange blossom trail. who new obt had so much to offer for a white girl? sure, prostitutes and weed are good and all, but goodwill and lollicup... scha-wing! it could either be that i dont get out enough, but aside from obt, i have come across some rather exquisite public figures in the past few days. observe...


a real-life hipster turning the corner at IKEA


a prominent symbolism that we live in a MURICAH


and so much more. and so i rest my case that its the little things that bring us true happiness. but hey... it dont hurt to be a little prospective. so long as i keep running, new york and chicago remain on the horizon, regardless of how distant they may be.
and so the continuation of my summer reading commences...
sianara, flaw-ri-duh.