So Moving
It appears that one of my only non-celebrity stalking successes has come to an end, which means that I'm pretty sure I'm officially single now. At least that's what my Facebook status (the most accurate […]
Tragedies
Lip Service
It's no secret that I can be a little make-up crazy even though I rarely do anything elaborate anymore (I was recently pawing through old photos to find something Mother's Day appropriate to post on […]
Blue
It seems odd that I mentioned my hands turning blue, but not including any evidence. No matter what lighting I tried using, though, the strong blue hue just doesn't register. In February it was just […]
34
On a Friday night it was determined by myself and two friends that we felt 34. I don't mean look 34–I'm not delusional–but your sense of self. One way of looking at it is that […]
Three Things
That Anthropologie dress, owned by me, and once worn by Marnie on Girls, is popular on TV. A woman on that storage locker show, whose name is apparently Brandi, had it on a recent episode. […]
April
I haven't forgotten about this blog and I definitely haven't forgotten about Bonnie Root (previous here and here–that’s her on a recent Mentalist rerun) or emotional barfing (the Silicon Valley premiere provided a scene, as […]
Building Blocks
Poetry slams were never my thing, but they are a reminder of a now hard to imagine era where poetry and music fests made sense together. I didn't know much of anything about Maggie Estep […]
The Shortest Month
Because I'm middle-aged, I now must have mammograms. Why breast cancer would only strike once you hit 40 is beyond me. It's not something I've ever given any thought to. Heart disease and diabetes are […]
Dreams Can Come True
Last week I had one of those classic teeth falling out dreams, which I never have. The weird part was that my molar and bottom left wisdom tooth (the only one I've had extracted) came out attached to a jawbone made of tightly packed potting soil. It seemed so real because I could even smell the fresh dirt.
Though pretty good facsimiles, these are not my real front teeth.
Yesterday, Sunday, they looked like this. Yes, I'm wearing the same sweater again.
Saturday was no better. Probably worse.
Friday night was a horror–only click if enjoy the grotesque.
Bruised
If a doctor (the kind on TV who would ask probing questions–not my actual doctor, who doesn't) took a look at me in a hospital gown, she would think I was being abused. Both knees, […]