The worst $200 I ever spent was on highlights.

( How I learned to ride a bike )

I have been unable to write anything creatively for a while now. Not just my usual lack of motivation, but what comes out is awful. That’s not me being hard on myself; I know when something is good, and nothing I’ve tried lately has been. It’s only now hitting me that maybe I’m one of those people who can write well only when miserable. I don’t ( Read more... )

We view the world individually and subjectively. That's so obvious that I feel silly writing it down, but we forget it all the time and think that because we perceive something as X, it is X. If you're in a shitty mood, you see everything around you as ugly and designed to frustrate. It's not that things are actually ugly or frustrating, it's just ( Read more... )

Three good friends from college, plus one husband and a boyfriend, came over tonight for "game night." The idea was to play Pictionary, Scrabble, surrealist games, that sort of thing. But I seem to have a habit of inviting people over and accidentally getting everyone wasted, so we only got to one game before the evening became nonsensical (and not ( Read more... )

I feel so happy.

You know what? I'm getting sick of myself. This is no self-esteem thing; this is a long-overdue follow-up to my promise to myself to try to increase my attention span ("hyperactive mayfly") and write "fluently, extemporaneously, and often on a subject other than myself ( Read more... )

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I had a wonderful dream: I visited tesao in Mozambique and she lived in a house of light. Columns of white streaming everywhere, big explosions of color. Flowers, uncharacteristic for me, as I am not a lover of flowers, but I suspect Tesao is and I suppose she rubbed off on me. She had a wonderful garden, which I went into and then she vanished and I ( Read more... )

I just want to say that apparently the cure for a shit-ass weekend is to have a lovely Tuesday night ( Read more... )