Tag: Wilco

How to win at dating

Dating. It’s the best. It’s the worst. It makes you feel alive. It makes you feel like crap. I can’t get enough of it. Conversations about deal breakers, pet-peeves, activities, turn ons, turn offs — I could participate in those forever. The details, the groans, the butterflies, the nodding heads, the over-analyzation, the rolling eyes. When I decided Read more…

Ebony, my earth-angel

Due to travels [Indiana, Wisconsin, Colorado, the Netherlands, Belgium, and France], it’s been awhile.  I’m taking advantage of the fact that my right leg might need to be amputated to catch up on everything I’ve neglected for the past month, awkwardly splayed out on a coffeeshop couch, ignoring the “Where does she think she is, Read more…

Doing things solo #5

My seventeen year old cousin introduced me to Pandora, an online music player where you type in a favorite band and then it plays songs that it thinks you’d like based on that band.  Typing in “Wilco” has introduced me to tons of great new artists, one of whom is Mason Jennings.  And as fate Read more…