The things I do...

Every once in a while, we are blessed with unexpected kindness and charity by unlikely people. We should not forget this generosity and would do well to remind ourselves in our darkest moments that, in the end, our collective need for companionship and love is what makes us human.

dailypeptalk:

Pep Talk: It’s hard to start fresh, but it’s not impossible. People do it all the time; they bounce back from natural disasters, violent attacks, illness, financial ruin… you name it and someone has overcome it. Doesn’t that put your break up in perspective? Everything you have now could be lost in the blink of an eye and yet you’re strong enough to handle it. Yes, this relationship is over, but you aren’t. You will go on to rebuild and thrive.
Today remind yourself: I will rebuild.

Man, this really hit the spot for me today.

justinhalpern:

I worked in an office for about three years and on the scale of bullshit, office e-mails rank pretty high up there.  Nobody ever says what they mean, instead it’s just weird jargon that won’t get them in trouble with HR.

A girl showed up at my door yesterday with a mid-sized dog asking if we knew where it belonged. I was immediately reminded of a similar situation I was in last summer when a stray had wandered into our driveway and I had spent the better part of my day doing the same thing. I told her the best thing to do first was to get him scanned for an implanted chip that the owner might have put in for instances such as this and wished her good luck. As I made my way back to my couch, my sister says to me, “Wow, you guys were dressed almost exactly alike! She had the jeans, t-shirt, sweatshirt, curly hair in a ponytail, and she was even about the same height as you!” She didn’t mention chub, but I knew she thought it. That’s when I realized that I am not the only one who abides by this choice of dress when not feeling fit enough to wear cute clothes or slutty outfits. For all the decent pudgy girls in America realize that no one wants to see how our skin has failed to contain us or the lava-like jelly rolls oozing out from every possible space. We have a fat girl uniform.

On another slightly related topic, this is the time of year when mother nature goes through many mood swings. At least in Texas, it is. Two days ago the air was on fire, yesterday was super cold with bonus rain and today the morning was chilly enough to frost my car. So, being the prudent student that I pretend to be, I wore a zip-up fleece sweatshirt thing over my Spiderman tee over a cami, and jeans. Of course, by 11am it was warming up and I was perspiring uncomfortably. Normally, a person could simply remove the outermost layer and go on about her day, but as I considered the option, I grudgingly admitted to myself that the tee was simply too tight and I was giving poor Spiderman some unseemly and undeserved stretch marks. So you can see why I have to go shopping for Jew clothes when the warmer months hit: because that’s when I realize I have been getting bigger under my protective hoodies. What to do? My classes are spread out through the whole day and I can’t drive an hour and a half home only to change and drive an hour and a half back. My other options were to purchase another shirt, just deal with it, or go home for the day. Considering finals are next week, I couldn’t very well go home, and I am much too intolerant of discomfort to just put up with the heat. After much deliberation and a bit of bad news from one of my profs, I gave in to the need for retail therapy. Mind you, my kind of retail therapy need not end in spending bukus of money: I go to fine establishments like Big Lots, Ross, and Walmart and I don’t necessarily have to actually buy anything to be satisfied. However, I did have a particular mission for this therapeutic venture. A decent t-shirt that fit. Since Big Lots is so cheap and has a wonderfully random selection of products, I went there first and, besides perusing for at least an hour, going through every single aisle and picking up at least 4 other items only to silently fight with myself and put them back, I found these awesome 2-packs of women’s scoop-neck tees! $9 bucks each so I grabbed both XLs available ending my original quest for 1 new shirt with 4 new shirts. I also saw a 3-pack of women’s undershirts for $6.50 and didn’t think twice about buying that, as well. Am I trashy for opening the package as soon as I got back to my car and donning my new purchase right there in the parking lot?

i’m always behind on stuff like this.  xanga, myspace, facebook, health foods, going green…i still don’t have a twitter page.  i mean, why do i need to publish to the whole world what the hell i’m thinking and doing every minute of the day?  i’m not some history-maker or upcoming media sensation; i’m just like most people, slightly mundane and living through the fantastical stories of others. 

but here i am.

hello.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

My blanket. So many uses, very low maintenance.