This is annoying: when you get soap bubbles in your ear but even the Q-tip doesn’t end the popping.
Also, why is it called a Q-tip? Quilted tip? Why not C-tip for cotton? Maybe that would imply a different kind of tip.
This is annoying: when you get soap bubbles in your ear but even the Q-tip doesn’t end the popping.
Also, why is it called a Q-tip? Quilted tip? Why not C-tip for cotton? Maybe that would imply a different kind of tip.
One day we are going to have a talk about peeing in the ocean. All is takes is one brave soul and then I’m certain the floodgates will open.
Market still-life: does this Bud have abandonment issues, being left behind in the hommus section with some flashy fontina cheese?
I miss summer.
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.” ~
What did the traffic light say to the car?
Don’t look, I’m changing!
(Can you believe the jokes you can find on the internet?!)
Pause for this moment.
Take a deep breath.
Slowly inhale…
and slowly exhale…
Repeat.
One breath at a time.
“Did you use some stainless steel appliance to gauge how you looked in that outfit this morning?”
File under ‘Things I’m not supposed to say to people at work.’
It is a double file.
There’s always an iced coffee on this emergency call box in Boston’s Back Bay Station. Without fail, no matter the time of year, one is here. Always.
There’s no telling how precisely accurate this little meme is, but the general idea is good: the duration of daylight is slowly elongating with each passing day, and we are on the right track to spring. In a few short days, we’ll have finished up the first month of winter, meaning about 1/3 of this dismal season will be complete. That’s cause for this tiny thread of a celebration.
My previous and perceived pathology was such that I assumed everyone forgot about me the moment I left the room. A lot of atrocious behavior (and questionable outfits) could have been prevented had I realized that I’m one of those people whose absence from certain rooms is felt more keenly than my presence. And that’s a whole other pathology for a whole other post.
“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.” ~