I went to the apple store today....

just to buy a lock for my computer. naturally, I buy other things with little necessity to function for the everyday (ie a firewire cord that may or may not fit my digital camera).

But here is the climax to my useless story: as I am checking out, the cashier person starts asking me about the tattoo on my finger and whether it hurt or not when i got it, etc. I pleasantly answer the questions making my usual small talk because, thats how I roll, and he tells me the origin of my youthful spontaneous decision. Apparently, having stars on your hands, originates from the Eastern European gypsy culture.

So I guess my post-collegiate dreams came true... I am a gypsy.

But really... Who doesn't love days like these? can you blame me for wanting to live so free?


now... if i can only learn to keep rhythm i can be like these girls. they are pretty badass.

wait, wrong picture... but i did keep it posted only because a enjoy her beadery and sequins.

i like these girls: