Chuck Palahniuk, Diary major funk, party of one please. this week has been one lackluster, empty, cold basin of inspiration for me. usually i’m chin high, sky-scraping on my relevéd heels with ideas and plans for my classes. but this week my abracadabra lacks...
with all of this wretched “up an inch, down an inch” i’ve been committing to of late, i plan to have my legs peacocky for spring. i’ve decided to reward myself with a new pair of nekkid-shaded flats. typically i eschew the flat like i scoff at...
here are a few of the latest novelties greasing my squeaky wheels. ok. typically i’m good at always having my toolkit loaded; although not a costco member i do backstock most of my household and beauty items so that i’m never in a crispy crunch running...
bodies in motion indeed. yesterday i found myself, for the first time ever, watching a marathon {the l.a. marathon.} total accident too. i must confess the idea of watching people run is up there with the horrible sorority rumor where the older girls strip you down...
we did it. we did it good. oc spin showed up, put out, and left money on the bedside table. {yes, i said that.}i know it was a indoor spin-a-thon, but we also added dancing, hugging, and a love-fest to the activities as well. my aha moment occurred two hours into the...
my pants would burst into flames if i said your generosity stunned me. two nights ago i dreamt i called the police on myself for airbrushing my passport photo. lying isn’t a shot i swig down handily. so what i’m trying to say is, yes, you ARE too old for...
