It's two days until the winter solstice (well, in the Northern hemisphere, anyway), and five days to Christmas Eve. Various cable channels are all about Christmas movies. Main streets in my city are lit with non-denominational decorations - white and multi-colored lights on various trees, big bright snowflakes hanging from streetlamps, evergreens in the public… Continue reading God Jul. It’s ok to take a break.
Tag: friendship
Intolerable Intolerance and My Unfollow
This is an overly-long post that is decidedly unfunny. I needed a venting space (within the rules of this blog) to "think-out-loud" a few things. I get it if you'd rather not get bogged by serious shit: feel free to come back tomorrow when I'm back to normal smartass fun.Tonight, I left behind a person… Continue reading Intolerable Intolerance and My Unfollow
It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
I am a cyclical depression hermit. (Do not confuse that with a Cycling hermit, because truly I loathe bikes, unicycles, pretty much all pedaling-type exercise with the fire of a thousand suns). Yesterday in a discussion with Husband about the depression I've been fighting off and on for a while now, he said something that… Continue reading It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
Writing about Writing (WARNING! Han Pictures!)
Thank you, all of you who encouraged me to keep going. Honestly, my couple-week-hiatus wasn't a plea for attention or validation, nor was it to wonder whether the person in question was right: I KNOW he's wrong. That's not the point. HE'S not the point. Ultimately, that friendship was killed by an entirely different subject… Continue reading Writing about Writing (WARNING! Han Pictures!)
If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.
"We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it... Anyone can love 'because.' That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something 'despite.' To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect." -Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's FearYou should probably ignore this… Continue reading If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.
I’m not a sex therapist, but I play one occasionally (Not on TV)
This post is likely ok for work, but not safe for prudes or children. If you're either, go away.I'm an introvert.If you're a Meyers Briggs aficionado, I'm usually an INFP...meaning I'm an introverted intuitive feeling perceptor (I don't remember what the N means, and I'm too lazy to look it up). What the fuck does that… Continue reading I’m not a sex therapist, but I play one occasionally (Not on TV)
Hot Pink "Toys" are like Toyota Camrys: Yay Rainbows!
A sample of what I consider the "best of" from my inbox in the past two weeks, all from the same group of troublemakers *ahem* fabulously inappropriate friends. These three people are the best possible present I got as a karmic reward for not losing my shit while we all worked in the same company, and luckily they kept talking… Continue reading Hot Pink "Toys" are like Toyota Camrys: Yay Rainbows!
Just a little NICE to pass around. Go ahead and call me Pollyanna. Unless you’re not old enough to know who I’m talking about…Sigh.
While not-working this afternoon (it's slow here this week) I found THIS act of sneaky goodness via the Huffington Post. Never let it be said, I guess, that the HuffPo only reports crap news. I adore random acts of generosity. Both my husband and I enjoy the anonymity of giving that way: it's not about getting thanks or about having… Continue reading Just a little NICE to pass around. Go ahead and call me Pollyanna. Unless you’re not old enough to know who I’m talking about…Sigh.
The Value of an Aunt
Recently a friend told me I'd never understand his feelings because I didn't like kids and don't want to have any. Before I could protest, he apologized for the tone and clarified: he meant I couldn't truly love kids in their entirety, because I don't have any (and therefore don't experience the diaper blowouts, temper… Continue reading The Value of an Aunt
