have yourself a dime's worth of talking
At times like this, I miss sitting on the roof so intensely. Really, if there is one thing I would always like to have it is a roof to sit on. No joke. It just gives such a nice and sometimes much-needed perspective. I try to recreate the roof mentality and make some sort of "roof of the mind," but it is to no avail. Now we have no roof, but we do have a tv, for better or worse.
One thing that I realized this afternoon is that Oprah is really attractive. I guess that makes her wild success make more sense. I popped on the tv this afternoon because, roofless, I was left with no alternative, and that is how I know that Oprah is looking damn good these days. I also know all about Brooke Shields' post-partum depression. It sounded really scary and sad. Apparently she was just repulsed by her daughter, and couldn't stand to even be in the same house as her. From what I gather the girl is maybe two now, and Brooke was just like, "Yeah, and I'm even starting to like her a little." But then, get this: now she wants to have another baby! When she announced it, the whole audience applauded and Brooke flushed like she'd just won prom queen. I felt weird about it because while I guess it's admirable to get back on the horse and all, um, you still don't even really like the first one.
The world is oddly hazy and yet beautiful to me right now. It isn't the scary over-the-top beauty of a few days ago, but rather comfortably flawed.
How is it possible to be a comfortable, healthy, laidback person and still get the work done? I guess the answer lies in planning. This insomnia insanity of late has been baffling, but maybe it is the only way to get a semester's worth of work done in a week and a half.
One thing that I realized this afternoon is that Oprah is really attractive. I guess that makes her wild success make more sense. I popped on the tv this afternoon because, roofless, I was left with no alternative, and that is how I know that Oprah is looking damn good these days. I also know all about Brooke Shields' post-partum depression. It sounded really scary and sad. Apparently she was just repulsed by her daughter, and couldn't stand to even be in the same house as her. From what I gather the girl is maybe two now, and Brooke was just like, "Yeah, and I'm even starting to like her a little." But then, get this: now she wants to have another baby! When she announced it, the whole audience applauded and Brooke flushed like she'd just won prom queen. I felt weird about it because while I guess it's admirable to get back on the horse and all, um, you still don't even really like the first one.
The world is oddly hazy and yet beautiful to me right now. It isn't the scary over-the-top beauty of a few days ago, but rather comfortably flawed.
How is it possible to be a comfortable, healthy, laidback person and still get the work done? I guess the answer lies in planning. This insomnia insanity of late has been baffling, but maybe it is the only way to get a semester's worth of work done in a week and a half.