I could neither eat nor toss these tweaked-as-eff-peeps, so I put them on my work desk windowsill because I am GREAT at putting off chores that will never resolve themselves, and I like souvenirs. I love that Mary vibes eternally underwhelmed, and how, with the wind up hopping bunnies, you
When I was seeing a therapist, I eventually confessed to her that I have no ego strength. If someone tells me I suck, I’m all, “I suck? OK, yeah, I can see what you mean. Lemme see what I can do to fix that.” Someone tells me I am awesome?
I’m still doing all those things I’m supposed to be doing, waiting for this sense of OKness to rise up from inside and make me whole. Diet! Exercise! Oil Cleansing Method! They are all prophetic of late. I’ve traded in my dry skin for break-outs, and my weight stays exactly
Plans for Thanksgiving at my house snowballed last week, pretty much like snowballs do – fast and furious, going downhill quick. Then melted, much like they do in Hell. The nicest part about The Cool Thing is that I’m now afforded a certain grace for my introverted, socially awkward behavior.
Happy Like a middle-aged Cinderella, I got an invitation at the last hour to Comic Con this year. Acquiring the necessary tickets/parking/ place to stay two weeks before an event sold out since January seemed the fool’s errand. But magically and more magically, it all fell together. So I kissed