Guys and sex issue? Isn’t that every issue? Oh no, some are. “Guys, sex and hate yourself.”
I call my dog Barney “Noodlecakes” (he totally answers to it every time!) and I’m working on a food nickname for my newer dog, Denney (I’m thinking something with muffin).
Anyway, just emailed one of my best friends with this fact and told her that sometimes she’s so wonderful I want to give her a food name.
It’s a good thing I’ve managed to find people who get me.
Listening to “Springsteen” by Eric Church and this line really sticks in my head.
I know he means it in a sense that she wouldn’t recognize him, but I’m relating to it differently.
In my case, I like to think that I’ve grown so much that my exes wouldn’t recognize the person I am know as the person I was when I was dating them.
And then I’m thinking about my last boyfriend and this picture of him on my phone and rewriting history such that I only remember the good stuff, and man, I need work to stop this weird thinking!
Anyway, my last relationship ended in July, so maybe I also need a boyfriend.
And this song is really good.
The Highest Resolution Image of Earth Ever
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h/t Gizmodo
Holy shit.
What he said.
This is gorgeous!
GPOYW - New glasses edition.
Also, Wednesday, why you gotta play me like that?
Also, eating tons of carrots because you are what you eat and I want to be healthy.
My dad and I just invented this. (Actually, someone else may already have, but just let me have this!)
Pick a song.
Sing the melody out loud, only use “poop” instead of every syllable.
Other person guesses the song, and then other person picks a song and sings.
We used Jingle Bells, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The Star Spangled Banner, Oh! Suzannah!, all sorts of stuff.
My dad is ridiculously awesome.
GPOYW - Mega Mouthwash Edition.
Long day. Long week. Lotta mouthwash in between work and a meeting.
Then I got the ring and loved it, and a year later, on Valentine’s Day, I proposed to him in Santa Monica. That was four years ago. The callous on my right hand is long-formed—and not from masturbation. I’m dying to move over to the other hand. I’d also like to call him my husband. I’m not the biggest fan of the word “partner”: It either means that we run a business together or we’re cowboys. “Boyfriend” seems fleeting, like maybe we met two weeks ago. I’ve been saying “better half” for as long as I’ve been able to. I think it’s a little self-deprecating and clearly defines that we’re in a relationship, but it would be nice to say “my husband.”
I love everything about this. Heart explodey…
I went to Vegas this weekend and my least favorite part was how I was the only single person there with all my married friends and one of them drew attention to it. All. The. Freaking. Time. She annoyed me most by trying to make me dance with lots of guys I didn’t want to dance with. Even after I told her several times I didn’t want to. Because I’m single so I clearly need help or fixed or whatever.
My most favorite part was hanging out in the sauna with one of my friends the last day and just sharing person stuffs.
I’m pretty sure my dogs are my favorite thing about everything. I love them more than I thought love was possible.
Tonight I spoke in front of a group of more than 30 people and I wasn’t even nervous! This leads me to believe that some day I may be capable of carrying on actual conversations with other people!
At the eye doctor.
I think I look gorgeous with my eyes dilated. I took like, 30 pictures trying to get a good one.
Getting new classes in 7-10 days! I loved them when I tried them on, but I also had dilated eyes and couldn’t see anything clearly when we left, so what do I know?
My new dog eats everything
| Mom: | Gonna need new black boots |
| Me: | Well, crap |
| Mom: | That's what they look like |
