Archive - Oct 2009

King of Rock Springs - The Perfect Guy

"You always say you love me at the perfect time/
And often we'll just sit and talk about design/
you're love gets me much higher then the sky/
I guess you're just the perfect guy
It drives me crazy when you won't give me a look/
because you're more interested in your sketchbook/
Well you know it doesn't bring me any joy/
to know you're just a fictional boy"

Yeah....

Most of the things my dad forwards me are ridiculous but I really like this one. I feel like bolding the ones I need to keep working on so I will. Except the credit card one. I am not bolding that. I should bold it but I am not okay. Suck it. Also to all those athiests out there. Sorry about all the god/he god stuff. Some of us believe it you can just think of it as a list of 40 Lessons. If you are anything like me ignore the retirement thing as well. It's just depressing.

Some are a bit cliched but hey 45 is a lot.

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

I found this article over at Feministing and read it at work (time theft).

An Eating Disorder 10 Years Later

It helped remind me of some things that I had forgotten about myself, and what's important. Although I am still staring at women and comparing them to me, and me to them.

I give myself the rest of the work week to be self-destructive in this way and then I have to stop.

Brought to you by Help I'm Alive - Metric.

Woke up at 7.45am with a terrible hangover. Sat in the bed in pyjamas staring with bleary eyes at my reflection trying to figure out where is the fat girl that he sees. Poked my belly a few times. Flexed my leg muscles, flexed my guns. Woke Lola up with tomfoolery. Looked at the orange and purple leaves outside my window.

I still don't see a girl with 'weight' issues. I actually think I even do 'hangover hair' pretty well, so I make coffee and get my ass in gear.

Make the discovery that writing comedy in the morning with a hangover is the best cure for a bad mood ever.