If we all do a tree pose does that make us a tree...
*Disclaimer: I want to be upfront with you by telling you this is a post about yoga. Ugh, yes, I’m one of thoooose people. I’m not going to end it with “namaste” and it’s not like I’m chanting while I write this, but just a warning that things are about to get crunchy in here. Work has been stressing me out lately. Scratch that; life has been stressing me out lately. I’m working two jobs,...
Oh work? Nope. Going to look at pandas instead... →
Dirt is the price you pay for a place being interesting.– Maureen Corrigan, Two Books That Delight in New York City’s Dirt (via nprfreshair)
Why Sunday? Why?
Why did I wake up at 8 am on the only morning I can sleep in all week? Why do I have a bottle of wine on my windowsill? You know it doesn’t have to be within arms reach of you at all times, right Jamie? Why do I refer to myself in third-person in bulleted lists? Why do I continue to confuse gay men for straight and straight men for gay? It’s creating some life issues that I’d...
Polar bear cub cam →
Sigh. I’m in love.
Loop da loop jams for Wednesday in my pimp... →
Oh man, I wish I wrote that memo…