so remember this? my foray into mindfulness and quest for a relaxed forehead brow to rival even the most syringed of orange county housewives? yeah. well, like every other attempt at meditation it seems i have created more wrinkles, stress and crumbled drywall; from...
9 full days now of “influenza.” my doctor won’t call it the flu, he insisted on repeating the above, four syllabic, flowery, italian sounding word for my week plus, bed-ridden affliction. i’m not sure if this was his way of getting me to lie...
what up my mid-december gangstas? you keeping things tight and fresh as we play out these last few weeks of twenty twelve? it’s friday, so i’m sick again. rad. so according to the mayans, this is our final weekend on earth. i’m glad i’ll be...
ok, before i begin this post, dax shepard if you’re reading this, can you please vacate my dreams? it’s getting annoying. it’s not like we’re romantically involved, in either an R.E.M. capacity or even some deep-recessed, twisted,...
methinks i put too many suitors on this weekend’s dance card. friday afternoon i wasn’t feeling my brightest and most shiny, add a couple of days of champagne, bailey’s and a dance party in the rain…..and this morning i am sick to my stomach,...
so i’ve been hitting p!nk’s new song “try” song hard on the replay button. {spin class you’ve been warned.} the soul of the song is very p!nk-sty: burned by love, but it’s the good kind of fire because it’s the kind that makes...
