I'm Mik. Model, mother, moron. Future meta-magician. Former logic clinician.
My better half and I own Brainfood Bookstore in Longmont, Colorado. It is the only exclusively indie- and local-lit bookstore in the nation. We meet a lot of crazy folks.
Testimonial from a former roommate:
"Living with you was like living with a quiet little opinionated deer person who floated around like a ghost and said smart/nutso things and ate seaweed. "
I love Colorado. I love mountains. I love hiking. I read and write. I raise my children to the best of my ability. I have lupus and have defeated early-stage cancer twice, so I pretty much fully support the use of medical marijuana.
Just hit up the food bank, which makes me depressed with myself, but im feeling great about my standings as an attractive human.
I’m actually supposed to get a check today from insurance from the car crash so that I can actually afford groceries, but there’s still the problem of turning a piece of paper into garlic bread. I have no car, and I thought about calling a friend to ask for a ride but both the kids are expelling their guttiwuts from both ends and I don’t feel like splattering a friend’s car would be an appropriate gesture of gratitude. Plus I can’t stand very long anyway, so we’re just waiting till John gets off work to cash the check for me and buy garlic bread and go to Family Video.