Things you might read about here: food, animals, my amusing tendency to be struck by odd ailments, and how cute my boyfriend is. You've been warned.
My Neuroses For Your Entertainment
Jim: What are you thinking about?
Heidi: Circus Cats
Jim: What?
Heidi: You asked what I'm thinking about, I'm thinking about Circus Cats! Okay?!?!
Jim: Okay...
I’m so glad I live the kind of life where Amazon sends me emails about deals on Laura Mercier products and reciprocating saws.
Doin’ it right over here, folks.
Tell it, Alex Fernie. Read it, rest of y’all.
PS: if these guys had stolen a drunk girl’s wallet, spent all her money, and then bragged about it on camera and in text messages, I’m pretty sure they’d be charged with theft. I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be arguing about the definition of theft, or whether the penalty for theft is an appropriate thing to deal out. We know we’re not supposed to take people’s wallets and spend their money, even if they’re very drunk. We do not live in a theft culture (except for huge banks, which, you know, one thing at a time).
Thanks to disgusting and/or ignorant people like the Steubenville rapists, their enablers, Todd Akin, teems of moronic internet commenters, over 20 senators voting against VAWA, and a tragically tone deaf and clueless media, we are at a specific moment in this country where we’re talking about…
When I was little, my mother had a cassette tape of the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack she would play in the car. I loved it. LOVED IT. But I think it made me a little weird. What other 2nd graders out there were having very stately tea parties, adorned in their finest dress up clothes, morosely serenading their baby dolls and stuffed animals with Andrew Lloyd Weber’s “Music of the Night?” Which, in hindsight, is not exactly lyrically appropriate for children. There I was with a plastic cup and saucer, my pinky out, urging teddy to “turn [his] face away from the garish light of day…and celebrate the music the of the night.”
Hillary Clinton
(via julene)(via crookedindifference)
Here is proof that today, Monday, March 18, 2013, in the midst of the tedious (but sometimes fun) wedding planning, I looked just like this. I want to remember that through this process I have remembered that’s it’s not a total waste to spend my precious taking care of ME. I’m good about checking in with my feelings, but bad about washing my face.
But now, look! Look at this photo! My eyebrows are shaped (though still large and in charge)! I am wearing contact lenses! And mascara! And while none of that is necessary or obligatory, I’ve been writing off these feminine beauty routines as absolute indulgences for the past year and denying myself these beauty treatments b/c they are a non-essential part of life. But sometimes it feels good to paint your nails and throw on some lipgloss. And I shouldn’t feel guilty about that. AND NOW I DON’T.
Take that, World. Still growing and changing over here, LIKE A BOSS.
I didn’t know until this moment that the movie “The Shining” is something I find so wonderful and terrifying that I can’t bring myself to look away.
For some weeeeird reason it’s on BBC America right now. I am clutching the remote anxiously, but I can’t bring myself to change the channel.
Is it because the Overlook hotel is modeled after a hotel I know in real life (the Ahwanee)? Or is it because Jack Nicholson is magically wicked?
We may never know.
