Gravity
So, I mentioned my addiction to Missbehave the magazine’s blog (I’m not sure if I mentioned the addiction to the actual print magazine as well, but yes, it is there). Anyway, what drew me to the blog is one of the staff members named Sarah Morrison. I like it when Lesley Arfin writes, too (have you read her book?), but that’s about it. No disrespect to the other staff members. But something weird happened, Sarah Morrison moved to LA, and no longer belongs to Missbehave magazine.
And now they have decided to go digital. I like print! I like holding books and magazines. I’m on the computer all day and don’t mind playing around on it, but this makes me sad. Sure, I don’t like to waste paper, but I keep the best parts of my magazines and cut them up and make collages out of them in a blank book. I like the polish of print. I know the economy is tough on everyone right now. But I don’t have to like it.
Therefore, I have now ditched their blog (and probably their magazine in its new digital form, sigh) and stalked Sarah Morrison and moved on to her little new part of the internet, given to her by a snowboarding site, called Yobeat. Check out Act Like You Know if you are at all interested. I like her.
p.s. I just spilled red wine eeeeeeverywhere. Oopsies!
Happier People
I have very exciting news and I have all of these crazy emotions swirling around in my head and stomach, but it isn’t my news to tell, so I must remain mum for now (even though I admittedly have told a few people already).
Less exciting, but exciting on a different level is this new product that I just purchased at BevMo. Wine wipes! And the company that makes them seems like a do-gooder company and you know how much I love do-gooders.
Borracha LLC, located in San Luis Obispo County, creates innovative products for social drinkers while using a portion of the proceeds to support water projects in the developing world.
I happen to be drinking red wine right now (!) and will try them out on my reddened/blackened devil teeth a little bit later and will report back.
Bummed, not Hoboed
Certain changes at my place of employment are bumming me out. I just attended a lunch meeting seated between two important men who gave heartfelt speeches. I was close enough to see their chins quivering as they held back tears.
That stuff kills me. Watching old men eat alone has the same effect. I want to cry. I need a blanket and a couch.
Chrissy Hynde looks like my mom
I miss videos. Here are a few of my favorites:
The Pretenders
Brass in Pocket
Sorry for not embedding. I’m having difficulty, for some reason – maybe because they are from MTV’s site?
My Kim Deal crush is flaring up again.
Worst Hits
Hit after hit, the hits keep coming!
But instead of always trying to make peace with everything being tossed in my direction (my normal way of dealing with things), I have decided that I refuse to be disrespected, blamed for things I didn’t do, mislabeled, or alienated. Or give credit to people for who they used to be, but no longer are. Or not demand credit for myself when it is due.
And I will stop being nice to those who don’t deserve it. I work really hard at what I do, I do as much as I can for people, animals, the environment, and the community, and I genuinely care about people. Forgiveness should be my middle name, seriously. I can’t expect the same from everyone. I’m taking the mature, high road that consists of compassion, not negativity. This pencil is doing some erasing.
My brother has pneumonia. I wish I could go to Maine and force him to sleep and drink smoothies and take care of himself. Instead, I scold him via text message. In a loving way, of course.
2008 brought a lot of change and little hope my way. But I’m going to try my hardest to be happy anyway. I’ve always been good at trying, at least. And sometimes I just am, which is great. I just need a happiness suit like in Iron Man so all of the hits don’t hurt and ruin what’s inside.
Hunk of the Evening
Oh, yeeees. We don’t care if he was caught with a gun and a shitload of drugs and was arrested after being discovered in some strange little kid’s bed. This is where charisma and talent can get you, gentlemen. It will forgive a multitude of sins and make smart women everywhere be obsessed with you despite all of your glaring shortcomings.
Smooth jams
Today was a poo-poo day at work. Actually, it has been a past few poo-poo months. It is the economy, the bureaucracy and everything in-between. I went with three of my co-homies to have a pity party at the nearby bar. It was a lot of fun. Oddly, our pity party turned into talking about movies and books and telling the bartender that we weren’t the ones who pooped all over and plugged up the women’s toilet. A good night, indeed.
Now I’m about to lay into some pasta that has been boiled, covered in sauce, transferred to a square glass dish, covered in more sauce and fancy cheese, and baked. Life is good. Good things are in store for you and me and if you go with the joke, it won’t be on you.
Did You Kill the Bug?
Yah I did. But it was sad because I felt it and it felt strong. I was kind of proud, though. How many times do we try to get those little bugs. Bugs are the enemies of humans. When they invade you, crush ’em. Spiders don’t count. Never kill spiders ever. Spiders are good bugs. They eat the bugs that try to bite you.
Eyes-Narrow-Shut
This is how I feel right now:
I am super exhausted for some reason. And I can’t really think of a good reason other than being SUPER busy for the past two months. I can barely get up. My eyes are barely open right now. I look rumpled. I ran across what I thought was an empty street to catch the bus and narrowly escaped getting run over by a speeding cyclist who exclaimed, “DOOOI!”
I would have felt stupid if I had been cognizant enough to figure out what just happened.
I can’t settle for the office chai today. I am going to Starbucks and I will get their chai, with maybe even a shot of espresso in it!
I will report back when I’m not a zombie.
xoxo
tickle fight! 