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Feel Good Clip of the Day


Re: Tattoos

I find that much decisiveness this early in life a little worrying.

— My Dear Friend Michelle

Facebook Chat Has Never Been So Interesting

I think it might help to know that this particular and beautiful friend has a history of being both archly sincere and truly sincere at the same time, which results in hilarious, yet touching episodes in both of our lives.

Me: also, can you explain why I find men with tasteful tattoos so attractive

I will end up with some punk-rocker

Friend: b/c tattoos = art

Me:  on skin (dreamy sigh here)

Friend: & the idea of someone knowing themselves, or feeling that they know themselves, well enough to make a permanent artistic addition to their bodies, is intriguing

surely if they can make such stirring & beautiful changes in their own lives, they can do so in yours as well

Me: awwww

I just hope this isn’t a gateway thing

like I start finding men

with chinese symbols that they don’t know the meaning on their back


or something such as that

Friend: …


Me: well

I live in hope

This pleases me. No particular reason why.

There is only one change necessary to make “lucid” “lurid.” Lovely.

Sitting Snugly in Bed

I have a book I am excited about reading tomorrow, some new compote recipes to try (who knew that the Jew’s would have the best ones?), and a New York Times Magazine article I am interested in reading and then  discussing with my friends for the rest of the week.

Sunday night goodness.

When the moon is in the right sphere, I hallucinate that my uterus has man-killing capabilities

Okay, when you are fighting a headache and cramps there is nothing better than sitting cross legged under a throw, attended by mini-Krackle bars and some very good coffee you just made, and watching Nigella Lawson be decadent.

Also, it helps to be laughing through the cramps and urge to strangle all men.

Something about this historical topic really lets the Mock the Week gents go to a whole new level. Seriously, British quiz shows are the perfect thing to watch when poorly. Funny, no plot, and quite short. Don’t even get me started on my massive-crush on David Mitchell.

One quite fun thing about being able to menstruate is annoying my friend Tierra by calling it “my moon-time” or alluding at all to how powerful I must be because of my “menses” (she can’t take the word menses at all). Somehow this must compensate for my sudden urge to not leave bed and the dramatic rise in my intake of ibuprofen, chocolate, and over-wrought television. Ooh, tomorrow night Private Practice is on.

I am not sure this counts as a guiltily perfect moment or just a pretty sensory combo

Sitting at a table covered in pink in the middle of a predominately yellow kitchen (you know the type, all sixties and homely homey). Sunlight is aiding the large florescent sitting on the ceiling; the whole room is evenly lit. I am eating a dark chocolate crisp, listening to 30 minutes by t.A.T.u (not even “All The Things She Said,” the weird fake lesbians actual hit), and reading Scott Pilgrim 3.