“I had an argument with a co-worker … We were discussing a particular business strategy, and it got heated, and he hit me once, and I didn’t retaliate because he’s a much older man … We were able to clear the air, mutual respect”—
“According to the American Institute of Cancer Research, eating 50 grams of processed meat per day increases the risk of colorectal cancer by a whopping 21%. An extra 10 grams of processed meat also increases the risk of prostate cancer in men. A hot dog contains about 50 grams of delicious cancer causing spare animal parts ground up and formed into a tube. Processed meats are so bad for you that some doctors’ groups are advocating warnings be placed on the packaging, much like cigarettes.”—
LOL I didn't follow you randomly, I stumbled onto your blog and liked what I found. I'm Beth though lovely to make your virtual acquaintance. I too have an issue with flakes its positively infuriating when ou plan something and other people can't even be bothered to stay in touch. Anywho, might I remark on the hilarity of your choice of pictures to make an introductory post on?
I thought it funny that it was unclear whether you meant your breasts of someone else’s.
Going to help a friend move in a bit (but only for a second). Currently sitting on my balcony eating lunch, drinking a cocktail, listening to funk floating up from the school down the block (having a party I guess), made a sporcle quiz, no work tomorrow, Breaking Bad tonight. Sweet.
Considering there’s no reason to whip out an ipad on the subway aside from showing off and/or an staggering lack of self-awareness, I was glad when this young lady spilled dr. Pepper all over hers on the 4 train. (Would have been glad if it was a man, too, so hush.)
“Anyway, AMC once again avowed that viewers would definitely find out the answer to who killed Rosie Larsen in the second season should they decide to return. Then they spent five minutes staring meaningfully out of a window, just letting the rain speak.”—
…I’d say the summer of 07. I was hanging out with a close friend of mine who is now married (I don’t see him much these days, but… who wants to ride the G train? Heh. Hope all’s well, Mike). At the time, he was simply in a relationship with said future wife.
His sister was also in a rather serious relationship.
(No, Mike, seriously, this will not insult either of you, if you keep reading. I promise).
I wouldn’t say I was jealous. But I was in a bad space that summer. Living on dad’s couch. Broke. No clue what I was going to do. Korea was an idea, but little more than that.
And I still wasn’t very far removed from a time when my self-esteem was low enough that any woman who showed me affection was someone I’d jump at the chance to be with. (Even if I saw that we weren’t compatible for one reason or another.)
So such a mindset leads to a lot of short-term nonsense (like, a lot). Occasionally there are people in there who turn out to be pretty kick-ass (that’s you, Ega), but the problem is, when you’re dealing with a lot of nonsense, you’re usually not quite as good at being with those who aren’t.
Back to the outset of the story.
I hung out with those two couples a lot. And I felt very isolated. I hadn’t loved anyone (in that way), and I was okay with that. I occasionally felt that this wasn’t okay, and it left me very confused. Couple that with, well, being broke and living in a one bedroom with my dad and, yeah, annoying.
Fast forward. Lots changed. Have felt that with someone, if not for long, in a good place in life (though this month has been exhausting physically, emotionally, etc, really been exhausted since Reunions). I know, I know, that it’s best to meet someone when you’re whole and not hurting, because if you meet someone when you’re down it’s not going to be healthy.
And before someone says, “Oh, don’t go looking, it will find you,” no, I have to be open, because otherwise I don’t meet folks.
I’ve been rejected for many reasons over the years. Sometimes they’re right, sometimes I feel they’re wrong. I’ve done my own rejecting, but I’m usually pretty torn up about it and fumble.
I’ll be fine by tomorrow. I’ll watch my kids give presentations, I’ll hit the gym, I’ll be happy.
But sometimes I wonder why it does seem so easy for others to meet really special folks when it is just about the one thing I can’t figure out. I’m a romantic comedy character (“I have everything except…!”) except it ain’t that funny.
Which I guess would make it like most romantic comedies, then. Hahah.
“This could also be “The Guy.” It works either way. I suspect it’s harder being the lone girl in a shop full of dudes than being the lone guy in a female-dominated office, but mainly I say that because I want to see the Men’s Rights dipshits show up in the comments section.”
I like this crossword bc it’s free and I can always do it in like 15 mins, which gets my day off to a positive start. But damn, using Rob Lowe and Item and Iota as clues on two consecutive days is laazy.
There’s revolutionary history! There’s the site where the war ended! Oh, not where it ended? Oh, the site where they tried to make a treaty to end it but nothing actually happened? Sounds as inconsequential as everything else in SI.
Among the items on the tourism reel at the ferry terminal : “SI borough hall! 3 minute walk to se 13 life size murals!” WELL I HAVE TO GO NOW! (I’d stop making fun of SI if it would stop being the only part of the city that is particularly anti-equality. So until they stop being pathetic, tease them I shall.)
Both amny and metro celebrating gay marriage, and rightfully so. A letter said it well, about people protesting, that it’s a pretty good thing when bigots are upset, since tolerance is what bothers them so much. But, heh, check out amny if you haven’t yet. Dude in the top right corner looks really unhappy to be getting married. Maybe they’ll be ny’s first gay divorce. Heh. Seriously, though, congrats to all the happy couples who can finally legally share in the benefits of state-recognized matrimony. And bigots, suck it.
“Keep your thoughts with Norway, tell everyone about it all the time if you want to, direct every one of your Facebook friends to donate to the Red Cross, but chastising others for not devoting enough social networking space to a greater tragedy doesn’t help the Norwegians, it helps you look like a sanctimonious jerk.”—This is directed at a few facebook friends, for sure.
Seriously, they find these people at every game who are holding a giant American flag. But what if you don’t get on TV? Then you had to carry a giant flag just so you can hold it up why Kate Smith warbles from the dead.
Q: Can the Twins win a game against the Yankees in the postseason? Also, why did I go to law school?
No, and because your law school basically lied to you when it told you about the number of its graduates who were employed within six months of graduation, masking the fact that in this day and age young J.D.s are accepting temp jobs and working at restaurants and stuff because the legal profession is finally starting to realize that it’s not the army and that it can’t and shouldn’t accept thousands of new recruits every year as if the industry were in some perpetual expansion. But the law schools can’t tell you that because then they wouldn’t be able to extract $100,000 or more from you. Enjoy the bar exam next week, however!