January 2012
2 posts
“Margaret Sanger, one of her campaigns was ‘voluntary motherhood’ — that’s why she’s talking about birth control and decriminalizing education about birth control. It’s the same thing: I think motherhood should be voluntary. It’s the toughest job you’ll ever love, and that’s what I came to see in the trenches as a resident — that it’s so important to do motherhood well, and to...
November 2011
1 post
on positivity
No one is better at getting distracted and burning food to the bottom of pans than I am.
No one is better at cleaning the burn shit off of pans than I am.
September 2011
2 posts
where I formulate my presentation for the candy...
So, we have several vending machines in the scary break room at work, but I tend to patronize just one of these friendly robots – the analog gumball-style robot that dispenses Peanut M&Ms, Hot Tamales and cashews in $.25 portions. Well, specifically the Peanut M&M part.
This particular machine gives you a “handful” for a quarter, which I enjoy counting and then using as a...
It’s weird to be walking by and smell a stranger’s house smell wafting out of the window, the way that everyone’s house has a people smell that’s some mix of soaps and food and habits and genes. They smell like they don’t vacuum very often. They smell like pets, or like someone used to be a smoker a long time ago, or like someone is a smoker now. They use a lot of...
August 2011
1 post
What We Have Going for Us
By Drew Zondonella-Stannard
There are a few things people forget to tell you.
Each year of your twenties is worth three in regular time. The decade moves like dog years except that in the end you suddenly turn 30 as if you didn’t just age a single lifetime. Something happens between the ages of 20 and 25. This is your first go-round as an adult. Your brain shifts and closes and hardens like...
July 2011
6 posts
causes of depression other than clinical...
- hating your job, or having no job at all
- having no friends, or only having shitty friends
- dating
- drinking too much
- not dating
- losing your hair
- family troubles
- mysterious and untraceable odors in your apartment
- unexplained weight gain
- cat pee anywhere
- doing drugs, or not having enough money to facilitate desired drug use
- kids or babies don’t like you when...
Who are Tangent Arc? I feel really bad that I don’t know what they do. I suppose I haven’t been paying much attention to shows lately.
They need a new bassist. I sortof halfway play bass. Poorly, but.. you know.. I’m a girl and my guitar is so, soooo pretty. The prettiest. There’s some value in that, right? Whatever nvm. God I am such a huge chicken, why am I like this.
recent dreams:
► going out into the garden and finding the tomatoes have begun to redden (recurring); sometimes there are also big peppers, red and green
► throwing Seth a surprise birthday party/show at the nonexistent home of an acquaintance with the help of my high school best friend Carrie; the town alternated between feeling like Lawrence and feeling like another small town near where I grew up
► getting...
June 2011
3 posts
The worst, no contest. Time to start listing everything I’m thankful for or lose my mind.
“The world always has its way of taking all of my time and all of my money.”
– Ilenia
May 2011
7 posts
“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
– Augusten Xon Burroughs
The Complete Guide to Not Giving a Fuck
Ok, I have a confession to make.
I have spent almost my whole life caring far too much about offending people, worrying if I’m cool enough for them, or asking myself if they are judging me.
I can’t take it anymore. It’s stupid, and it’s not good for my well being. It has made me a punching bag – a flighty, nervous wuss. But worse than that, it has made me someone who doesn’t take a stand...
April 2011
16 posts
The Art of Not Being Offended
There is an ancient and well-kept secret to happiness and well-being that the Great Ones rarely talk about but frequently utilize, and is one which is fundamental to good mental health. This secret is called The Fine Art of Not Being Offended. In order to truly be a master of this art, one must be able to see that every statement, action and reaction of another human being is the sum result...
you will decide to be happy you will know people who understand you
it will be comfortable, imperfect, real
Watchseawitchery:
I started out clicking strategically… and by the end was just wildly clicking and dancing in my chair.
biancavirina:
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
THIS THIS THIS THIS!
April 13, 2011: "so, wowzers"
5am. Wake up! Like, really up. I didn’t even try to go back to bed. Today, I was going with it. Stretches slash half-assed pilates. Took some pictures of Morgan and let her out. 530am. Finished my book. 6am. Make bed. Shower. Impromptu shampooing of hair. In the morning?! Weird clean fluffy hair day. It was right about here when I noticed that I was stoned. WAT —- Let’s back...
how bad I will feel, but how amazing I am going to...
… [T]he place never defines the person, we can just get lost in a city. But I do define me. And its only because I know me so well that I know how bad I will feel, but how amazing I am going to be. I have always known that. It just takes patience to implement and perseverance.
Mark, you are a veritable font of sage advice. <3
you’re going to still have most of the summer here and that is great and we can pilate and apparently i am maybe going to start jogging but only for a few minutes because i hate running and we can grill things and firepit things and firework things and light things on fire and just have the times of our lives!
March 2011
4 posts
ETA
http://morgblog.tumblr.com/
Internette Thoughts
I’ve recently realized my distaste for FB is no longer related to function or development choices, but has instead grown to rely on the following:
I just really hate communicating en masse
on a pseudo-personal slash tmi level
with every human I’ve ever encountered.
(Garth, that was a haiku.)
And I hate how Facebook users use Facebook! Yes, I love Twitter because of the variety of...
February 2011
3 posts
Remember when we used to put all of our feelings on the internet?
January 2011
5 posts
Obligatory blog for the last day of my twenties
Here’s the part where I tell how I was born: Leawood, KS and freezing. They had friends over that evening and ate pizza. My dad was supposed to be leaving on a hunting trip but came down with the flu at the last minute. My mom woke up; her water had broken. She freaked out because her legs weren’t shaved, so she stopped to shave them. They raced to the hospital in their red 1974 Dodge...