do you know what i almost called this blog?
"where to buy shit in indiana"
shopping is heroin to me, and when it goes well - in indiana - it's amazing, the highest high. because there isn't a lot here, people, and it kills me. i love this place, and it chokes me sometimes with anger. my town has one tiny mom-and-pop bookstore that, while totally cute and adorable, has the most pitiful section on romance. seriously, i do my book shopping at target.
what was the point of this post? i don't remember. only that i started reading "a homemade life" and it's making me wish i was a better cook. her blog is amazing, too.