February 2010
167 posts
Dear Words with Friends...friends
My app is jacked. I’ve tried deleting and re-installing, repurchasing, cajoling, and even dirty talk (“Come on you dirty little Scrabble wannabe. Yeah, you like that?”), but Jurassic Park refuses to come back online.
I’m sorry.
I’m so ashamed…
My husband just asked if I'd be his valentine this...
What a goofball.
(I said yes.)
January 2010
206 posts
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Letting go
Four months ago I made a conscious choice to withdraw from a very rowdy group of friends and sober up.
I had to, because my friends liked to party hard, loud and all night long, and oh God, so did I. Being with them made me forget, feel fun, become someone else. I didn’t have to think about school or work or the meaning of life when I was with them. From the moment someone put that first...
redtothetone-deactivated2010062 asked: what's the story behind the ponytails?
My boss
What a character.
It’s always “Oh, are you leaving already?” and “Oh, are you really listening to what I’m saying?” and “Oh, you spent over $2000 and now we have no budget for the rest of the year.”
Christ. I think I’m really in trouble this time. I better cut out early. Out of sight, out of mind.
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Oh good, THIS is starting
angryoldcoot:
I don’t like to fly. It didn’t used to bother me, but I’ve reached the point where every little bump makes my palms cry a river of panic. I don’t know if it’s being farther from my youth where invincibility seemed realistic, or that with every day lived I have more to lose, but whatever it is - those things, something else, a generalized terror cocktail - it’s gotten very real. Not...
Bedtime conversations
Hubs: Why are you mocking me?
Me: Because I’m full of moxy. Get it?? Moxy? Mock-see?
Hubs: You know another word for moxy? Spunk.
Me: Ew. I’m not full of spunk.
Hubs: You will be in a minute. Flip over.
Grrrrr puffle and stuff
pufflepie:
pissed off, sad, left out, ignored, undervalued, useless, unattractive, blah blah blah.
and then it dawns on me, I forgot my antidepressants for 2 days running. so now I’ll never know if I’m all of the above for real or just in my stupid pill forgetting head.
either way I don’t like these feelings and I want to cry. too late here we go.
Do you know that no one else in my entire...
I'm having one of those moments
where I get really excited about something, and then I get really terrified, and then I get confused and want to crawl under the covers.
The hubs gave me the thumbs up for the Chicago tweetup in April. He’ll even come with me to prove that I didn’t make him up and that he really is as awesome as I say he is. But when I started looking for a hotel to stay in I realized I have no...
99.95
That’s how much my husband spent on his anti-snore pillow from Brookstone.
4 - That’s how many times his snoring woke me up last night
2 - That’s how many hours I lasted on the couch before I had a nightmare and got scared and hightailed it back to the bed
3 - That’s how many nights in a row my husband’s snoring has kept me from getting a good night’s rest
...
stereoforbrains asked: I have the exact same fear of playing FPS with others! I freaking suck at them! I'm an old school gamer and this whole first person perspective thing is still something my brain can't wrap itself around!
Actually, I have a lot of stuff in common with your list. Wanna be my internet sister?
Actually, I have a lot of stuff in common with your list. Wanna be my internet sister?
You guys!!!
My boss and I are playing a game! He comes in and he pretends not to see me. So he doesn’t say “good morning.” And then I pretend I don’t see him either so I don’t offer him any coffee from the pot I made. Then if we run into each other at all during the day, we duck our heads and pretend we’re suddenly mesmerized by our belly buttons. (Except my belly...
lafix asked: I know Colin Firth is high atop your laminated *list* -- but who are the other four?
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Shame on you America: the only country where we...
So this. This is a status update making its way around Facebook. This is what one of my friends had up on her profile today.
“Shame on you America.”
Shame on you for looking at victims of a natural disaster and being moved to care. Shame on you America for having feelings, for looking at people less fortunate and not turning away. Shame on you for not being selfish, for not shrugging...
Every. single. time.
misscook:
cloudya:
Every time I watch The Notebook I end up crying. Not just crying, but all out balls-to-the-wall sobbing. I cry all the way up until the credits finish rolling, and then I cry some more - loud, soul-cleansing, hiccuping sobs that I find impossible to keep quiet.
I am such a freaking girl.
And every single time my hubby is right there with me. Not during the whole movie,...
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Space
There is an empty space that was left by your passing. But despite the discomfort and pain of being left incomplete, of having a permanent hole in my heart, there are days when I swear I can feel the ghost of you in there. I imagine you filling up the emptiness with your brilliance, and I realize that there would be no space without having had your brief presence there first. I can’t miss...
Oh balls, some of us also get beaten to the punch
Some of us
don’t have to draw our moustache on. Some of us are Hispanic and just have to wait a couple of weeks after our last wax appointment to participate in Moustache Monday. Some of us will win this game naturally while simultaneously making you cringe. Some of us have no shame and can’t wait until next Moustache Monday.
Just sayin’
Listening to "Lady Gaga - Paparazzi" →
If I tell you I’m listening to NPR on my headphones, I’m probably really listening to Lady Gaga. My secret shame.
Every. single. time.
Every time I watch The Notebook I end up crying. Not just crying, but all out balls-to-the-wall sobbing. I cry all the way up until the credits finish rolling, and then I cry some more - loud, soul-cleansing, hiccuping sobs that I find impossible to keep quiet.
I am such a freaking girl.
And every single time my hubby is right there with me. Not during the whole movie, but at the end. He...
"...until I take me bra off..."
Yes I’m a fucking leprechaun
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