February 2010
January 2010
I was just walking by my coffee table...
writer-a:
And somehow drove my knee, the soft area right next to the patella, into the sharp corner.
Observations:
Don’t do that. Ever.
Limping around hurriedly actually saying “fuck my life” while visiting every room in the house may or may make the pain go away faster.
This is what it feels like to take a shot to the balls, if your balls were in your knee and about 20x’s less sensitive, in...
Yielding to Self
sweetssangria:
Is possible to do everyday throughout the day, with careful regimen. I cringe at the word pampering because it makes me think of Pampers diapers and I am not a toddler.
Moments of the day:
Matcha Green Tea Latte in the a.m…….check
EWT (Entertainment Worthy Texts) for hours……check, check
Simultaneous should/foot massage pre-pedi at my regular Nail Shop….mandatory check after...
sweetssangria:
arisejackio:
I had two drinks last night. Two. & I feel like I have a hangover. Maybe it’s not so much the quantity but what the drink consists of? Those drinks were really good too (Italian Sangria - so thats crappy!!) I can drink a lot and feel fine, or I can drink two drinks and feel like crap…. it’s a mystery.
I need a alcohol expert, let me know if this applies to you...
How to tackle the tough times?
yourusualsuspects:
Bouncing back after a rough experience like job loss, divorce or death in the family is difficult. But it’s possible to become more resilient when things get shaky by adopting four key habits,says Robert Wicks, PsyD, author of Bounce: Living the Resilient Life.
1. Debrief Daily Right before you go to bed, think about the ups and downs of your day. This helps you recognize...
grace-notes:
Ben Harper - Steal My Kisses
atomicbang:
Canned Heat by Jamiroquai
One of...
“I’d rather be disliked for who I AM, than liked for who I’m NOT.”
– Unknown
“Life is eternal. Love is immortal.”
– Anonymous (via oceanofmind)
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Lost and Found
sweetssangria:
The news of a friend’s family member possibly lost at sea on a sailing expedition to get from Mexico to San Francisco yesterday hit me to the core—enough to emotionally eat myself through some Entenmann’s donuts. Perfectly acceptable means of coping, I thought, as long as you restlessly identify it as such out loud to someone on the phone, in the midst of melting your troubles...