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.
Jordan: "Uh. Care to explain why there's a broken cage and chickens all over the house?"
Jordan, selecting a frozen dinner from our collection in the freezer. (via karenfelloutofbedagain)
Angela: "I'm ready for my U.A., I prepared for this!"
Probation officer: "Angela, when you say stuff like that, it worries me."
What if I was a brownie—no, hear me out. What if we were brownies and then we got ate and then we got reincarnated as new brownies. Everyone would love us. Seriously. That would be the best life, to be a brownie. No one would ever not like us.
oh god i remember this night
the memory is particularly fond right now because i just took weed brownies out of the oven
Jordan: "So I didn't get his number. But I know his name was Alex. I'm gonna look him up on Facebook."
Jordan: "Alex... Mexican at Quick Trip."
Me: "If you get lost, just find Jackson Square, and if you keep walking around its perimeter, eventually you'll get back to the cathedral."
Jordan: "Okay but what do I do if I wind up on a boat?"
Jordan: "NOT GETTING ON A BOAT IS EASIER SAID THAN DONE."
Me: "I accidentally stole this toy plastic snake from WalMart the other day. It's the same color as the shopping carts."
Jordan: "It's okay, I accidentally stole two window air-conditioning units from Target the other day. And then accidentally sold them on Craigslist for $90 a piece."
Jordan, to Trachea
Chelsey: "Where did my ugly little face thing go?"
Me: "You mean the one attached to your head?"
Jordan: "I think I'm gonna sell my bong."
Me: "Aw, why?"
Jordan: "Well, I realised that when I get stoned, I get bad grades."
Me: "So yesterday, Jeezy came over with his pit bull and..."
Jordan: "Kim, I am going to stop you right there and let you know that I am not listening to a story about someone named Jeezy."
(well, at least I’m honest)