All I want in the WORLD is to go to Michaels and get a lot of different kinds of stickers then go to the food court and eat some Chik fila then go to Sears and try on weird pants then go to Chili’s and drink some sangria then go to Putt Putt and play it. In summation, I’d just like to go home.
What if my blog was only ever pictures of what I ate for lunch? Would you still read it?
SUCKERS. Yeah you would.
(This sandwich was LOUD. Also, contained squash, which was confusing and delicious.)
WHY does this image appear when I google weight loss plateau? These people are celebrating dying, not plateauing!
I think I am currently weight loss plateauing and have been for a while. I know because the internet just told me. It makes perfect sense though – a certain amount of running / etc works for a WHILE, but once your body gets used to it, you have to freak it out into losing more weight, by experimenting with other types of cardio (I CHOOSE JUMP ROPING!) and sometimes even adding MORE calories (I CHOOSE DOUGHNUTS!) I’ve decided I really like this about the human body. It’s a natural way of making sure you don’t get scary skinny, and also a way to keep us from getting into rutts. I’d love to stay and talk, but I really have to go ride a bike and eat a bundt cake.
In Spain, to celebrate the feast of Corpus Christi, a man dresses like the devil and jumps over the some babies.
I don’t know.
This weekend I caught Theater Breaking Through Barrier’s evening of ten minutes, Some of our Parts. Um, they are awesome. They the plays, and they the company (it’s a company comprised of a mix of disabled and able-bodied writers, directors, actors.) When they commissioned the writers, they asked us to be irreverent, not polite. I picked two incredible actors – one with a false hand, one with a false leg, and stuck them in a gym locker room, post-work out, and had them take off their limbs to test the insanely hot girl who’s constantly parading around the locker room naked weighing and weighing herself to see if she is, or is not, a robot placed there to motivate them. (Spoiler: SHE’S A ROBOT YOU GUYS.)
Every now and then I have a really good cry. It usually happens unexpectedly but I can also kind of trace the triggers. Like last night, it was probably a combination of 2 buckets of red wine on an empty stomach, having spent a portion of the day watching friend’s babies grow up on facebook, a slight sense of listlessness, the fact that I’m taking a brief break from playwriting til my job is done which makes me sad, mozerrella sticks for lunch and subsequent guilt, hormones?, the fact that I had bad rain-bangs, God trying to tell me something, and humidity. I never hate it when it happens though, the good cry. I kind of love how it washes over me, and makes me stop and think. Oftentimes I can be TOO positive or optimistic, and don’t spend enough time asking myself the big questions. A good cry forces you to do this, which I like.
Oh hi! Are you a human being? Do you have feelings and thoughts? Do you like to laugh? Then you should definitely read this book. It is so honest and random and amazing, and, dare I say it, extremely inspiring.
Today on If you are going to Eat Things they might as well be Cute, A LITTLE TURTLE MADE OUT OF BREAD. I’d like to eat one, and slowly.
Get it? Slowly?
Clearly, you don’t get it.