De Rigueur en France est NOT GOOD en America.
I finally sucked it up and booked my first massage in FOUR YEARS… eeeek! It’s long overdue and much-needed. Case in point: a guy I worked with once squeezed my shoulders then pulled back shocked and said “HOLY SHIT! You’re either really built or really tense.” And yes, it’s the latter. My last massage was memorable because it took place in Biarritz, France. My...
Look at everthing as though you were seeing it either for the first or last...– — Betty Smith, Joy in the Morning
It freaks me the fuck out when someone I went to school with adds me on Facebook and they have children that are as old as THEY were the last time that I saw them. OK, I’m taking grade school here - but still. Terrifying.
“I hate all those flirty-birty games that women make up. Life’s too short. If you ever find a man you love, don’t waste time hanging your head and simpering. Go right up to him and say, ‘I love you. How about getting married?” - Betty Smith, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”
AMAZING! The Frenemy.: The Friends I Have On... →
thefrenemy: The wounded girl who still believes in true love. This means her Facebook is littered with misquoted Marilyn Monroe quotes, misspelled Audrey Hepburn quotes, and lyrical musings on why looking for love when you are so ‘g3nuine’ is a very difficult task. Usually pictures of herself with many…
I have a new bike.
Eloisa* and I were standing outside of a douchebag bar in my frat boy neighborhood smoking cigarettes a few weeks back when the following happened: Two gangsta-riffic, completely trashed homeboys approached us and asked to use a lighter, so I handed homeboy #2 my Cubs lighter. He looked down at my lighter then proceeded to start to throw it onto the roof of the building. Clearly, he was a...
I can go months without anxiety, and when I get it - it hits me hard, and fast. It comes in two forms. 1. The overwhelming feeling as if I’m drowning alive. I can literally feel “waves” coming over me and as much as I try to inhale, I feel as if I’m breathing in gulps of water. 2. A sped-up feeling that leaves jittery and wanting to curl up in a little ball and hide....
Thirteen Going on Thirty.
It’s interesting. The older you get, the more things change - yet the more they stay the same. Women will still be the same catty, shady girls that they were when they were 13 years old, feuding with their friends in junior high. I’ve done it, I’ve seen/experienced other women do it - and no matter if you’re on the giving or receiving end - it never is a good feeling....
I went out to lunch with my coworkers last week and we got back on the topic of my coworker Jessica* and her “novelties” (see post from August 3rd). She explained to us that she dates “novelty” men (short, fat, bald, old, Indian) just for funsies. Everyone else at the table started talking about their ”novelties”. After listening to everyone else, I quipped...
"...I have lots of friends that are disabled!"
This conversation took place between a coworker and myself regarding Keenan Cahill: M: “UGH, he’s so creepy - I just want to punch him!” Me: “He has a disorder - that’s terrible!” M: “I don’t care, he’s creepy! He annoys me!” Me: “That’s so mean. The poor kid is disabled and you’re calling him creepy!” M:...
A: Worst part about the gym… the girls that go there everyday. L: Isn’t that the truth?! There’s always the over-athletic girls that inevitably make you feel bad about yourself. A: Hate those bitches. L: Stupid pilates-pants clad bitches. A: Lulu Lemon shopping skanks.
I only date men that are novelties. Indian men, for example, are a...– Name withheld to protect the (not-so) innocent.
I find it unsettling when I see the same people repeatedly throughout the city. Does this happen to anyone else? It’s like, out of all of the people in this city - why do I keep seeing YOU?