As I was putting away my laundry tonight, one of the items I hung in the closet was my newly-acquired pink-and-camo Mossy Oak T-shirt with long waffle-weave thermal sleeves printed in a camo pattern.  In the background, a song by George Strait was playing on the computer.  I looked to the front door, where two pairs of cowboy boots (one for work, ( Read more... )

I can't seem to word this adequately so that it doesn't sound overly vague, simplistic, or cliched, but all I can think to say to express what's on my mind is: Do you ever find yourself so thoroughly eating your words after you say something so cock-sure that you think you couldn't possibly change your mind?  I mean, do you ever assert something ( Read more... )

[from my Tumblr blog]
When I worked as a data-entry drone in a call center cubicle honeycomb years ago, one of my fellow disgruntled workers trying to live off of $10 an hour in MetroWest Massachusetts started making a habit of uttering that line when the absurdity of our task bothered her.  Over time, she found herself working three jobs that took ( Read more... )

When, oh when will I ever be at peace with sleeping alone in my big bed?  How much longer must this take?

Sigh.

I don't have the will to post anything more than a sigh.  Red wine, fatigue, and just plain numbness are preventing any eloquent writings on the end of relationships.

Sigh.

It seems that once again, as with 2005, my own brain has saved my life.  From the darkest depths of depression, I am emerging to feel rather the opposite, thanks to occupying my mind with foolishness.  In early 2005, I was phased out of the life of a man I really wanted to call my boyfriend but who lived too far away for it to work out ( Read more... )

See what I mean?  Just talking about it started a Bee's Knees latte craving that wouldn't stop, even through my very healthy lunch, and now I'm sitting here with a danged Bee's Knees in my hand.  No, I won't give up my lattes!

Anyway, it ended with Thursday and I can see that I'm easily influenced by outside forces, such as seeing something sugary, or emotional stress.  I'd like to clarify that by emotional sugar consumption, what I mean is not that I consciously seek comfort in sugary foods.  What actually happens to me is that stress will sometimes trigger a headache ( Read more... )

sometime between 3 and 4 pm--ate half of a frosted red velvet doughnut out of morbid curiosity (I only bought it because it related to an old in-joke between Carl and me)

No report for Monday, although I did eat more potato chips than I should have ( Read more... )