Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Thank you, Hippies

At 98 Degrees and with 7 visible humidifiers creating an unbreathable environment, usually the only thing i take from yoga is a skewed, loosely calculated percentage of the number of women who are in better shape than me, and the number of men who are gay. But on Monday night at 5:30, hot yoga gave me something else. A simple one liner that hasn't yet left my mind:

Where you're supposed to be is exactly where you're at.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

A new way to spend a whole lot of money

50 minute activities that cost $100:

Microdermabrasion
Dinner at Flemings... Including chocolate lava cake
Booking a one-way flight on Southwest
All sorts of spa treatments
1/2 a trip to Tiffany's and 1/20 of a trip to Chanel
A doctor visit
A therapist- or basically a glorified elementary counselor who responds to every question, robotically, with, "if someone asked you that question, what would you tell them?" And after about the fifth time I began to wish I'd chosen one of the above.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Life

So much to say. None of it is uplifting. Except that I think it's funny I spend my entire day talking about bread.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Craving...

I promise to love and care for you. I promise to wash you regularly with gentle use leather wipes.
I promise to take you to only the most fabulous spots and fill you with worthy accessories.

I will ensure you only spend time will well deserving men. The hands that touch you will be routinely manicured.
I promise you will be impressed with my collection of like pieces.

If only you will find your way into my life. Soon.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Anticipation

There's no question that my favorite day of the week is Thursday. Being the introspective individual that I am, I find myself often puzzled as to why I don't look forward to Friday and Saturday like the rest of blue collar America. I have decided this is because the anticipation of the weekend, the break, the opportunity to regain strength and consciousness, is always better than the actual event. By Friday I am already planning for Monday, wondering if I'll be rested enough to work and essentially preemptively mourning the end of the relief before I've even experienced it.

Why I can't live in the present and only think about today is beside me. Why I stress about what I'm going to feel like in 4 days is a waste of time and energy. Anxiety is a fruitless emotion. Empty. Scared. Silly. But at least I enjoy my Thursdays!