If that wasn’t enough to keep me up all night (it wasn’t, since I only go to the Asian market, like, never), then this next snippet surely did the trick. Before we moved to Alachua county, I spent many a sleepless nights googling River Phoenix, because deep down inside I am forever 12. And his family was part of a cult. And, you know, I have a soft spot for cults.
And I also spent much time looking into the local green scene online. But little did I know that the two google searches actually intersect. Yesterday, while chilling at the playground, I found out that the store Indigo in Gainesville is owned by Liberty Phoenix. So of course I stayed up late googling Liberty. Much to my disappointment, she seems a bit shy of the limelight.
Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to admit my celebrity obsession? Really really really embarrassing. But I do feel that fessing up absolves me some of my sin of coveting the famous. Oh my god, how absolutely juvenile of me.
Did I mention I turn 35 in a week?