What better a day than Earth Day ’09 to talk a little about weirdo hippies?

Dear Blog: Today I saw a guy wearing a tie dyed t-shirt over a tie dyed long sleeve shirt, a cowboy fringe vest over that, cargo shorts, and a cowboy hat. Just as I was thinking to myself WTF, I remembered it was Earth Day. Unfortunately, I got the feeling that his outfit was something he wears all the time.
Please note that I have nothing against tie dye, but I thought I was seriously going to have a seizure when I saw the combo. Wow.

I always pass this place on my walk into town (and choke on the greasy smells that fill up the air surrounding the plaza it’s in), and of course when they put up their “Hippie specials” I had to see what all the fuss was about. It was kind of about….nothing.
Here’s how my conversation with the waitress went:

“Hi, um, what are your hippie specials?”

“Well, right now it’s an omelet with feta, spinach, and tomato, but it’s normally just any kind of small bit of food.”


My housemate informs me the owner/cook has thrown people out before for being Republican, which I have to say is quite amusing.

You know what else I find amusing? When people come up with food and drink ideas that are just so completely horrific, you have to laugh.
Case in point:

Yes, quinoa gold. A blend of quinoa, water, agave, and natural flavors. In a pina colada flavor, nonetheless! (Please note the quinoa sludge at the bottom of the bottle.) I don’t normally go for pina colada flavor, so I had a bad feeling about it.

It got worse when I smelled it.


It was so revolting. Ugh ugh ugh. I hate wasting food, but I just couldn’t make myself drink it. Luckily, it was a free sample, so that makes it a little better, but not much.

But I mean, who else but a weirdo hippie comes up with a quinoa drink? Please don’t make millet milk next, that’s all I ask.


Ugh, what is it with the words epic and fail? It seems like everyone and their mother has been using them lately, and it’s really starting to get on my nerves. I don’t have anything against either of them, it’s just that they’re so overused it’s not even funny. I wish they would either fade away into obscurity or start being used in the right context again, preferably the latter.

I found some old photos on my travel drive, isn’t that exciting?

Back when I was a wee lass and had a mohawk that sometimes looked like the sun.

Right around the time I was obsessed with Mahavishnu Orchestra, my sister and I had a fun little photo shoot.

And, uh, remember my post about Myspace and Millay?
Well, my little myspace experiment lasted a little over a month. Yes, I have indeed crafted another page. But I’m going to use for the greater good. I have a couple of ideas that I’m keeping a secret for now, but maybe soon you’ll find out (then again, maybe not). And I’m still going to write letters and stuff! And I am still a vehement non-texter! Also, while we’re on the subject of texting, why do I get the creepiest/shadiest wrong number text messages?

text 1

Okay, so I texted back “Wrong number” because I didn’t know what else to do.

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And wtf, I was a bit creeped out by this as I was home alone at the time.
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