SHE YELLS, AND HOLLERS, AND SCREAMS AND SNORTS
January: I'm just going to hibernate until February 21, 2017.
February: On a scale from one-ten, (with 1 being least, and 10 being most,) how fallacious do you find this statement:
March: I think sometimes I'm more attracted to big men because I feel like they won't think I'm terrifying.
April: Maybe it was my white privilege that thought female First Nations chiefs in Manitoba would be happy to talk to me about band councils and the lack of women therein.
May: How did it take me nearly ten years to figure out that bananas cure all manner of digestive woes?
June: I missed aquasize again this morning.
July: I am confused by all the American history stories about Native American princesses.
August: I haven't been ignoring Livejournal because of Facebook.
September: "In the short time that you knew him, that guy managed to say so many terrible things to you."
October: In recent years, a photo like this of myself would have made me start to cry.
November: I could go for some Jell-O.
December: I was prepping the ingredients for a new recipe, when my dad called to say hi.
2010 was better than 2009, but not by much. I still spent most of it feeling like I had a great ape on my back. Let's work on this. Am not sure what I'm looking for.