I did this with a sweatshirt for my cat once. <3 I miss that guy; he died right before Christmas.

The downside to being confident enough to not give much of a fuck what others think of you.

Love mine. Love. Them.

I lived in North Dakota for a few years and every time more snow falls, it’s like they all forgot how to drive. In the last week. It’s truly mind boggling.

Yeah, I’d rather have the storm.

I know studded tires are illegal in a lot of places and understand why but they’re standard issue where I just moved to. I resisted, then broke down and am so glad I did. They’re awesome. I’m no longer scared when I drive. (They’re REALLY bad at plowing around here.)

It wasn’t a conscious strategy, but I’ve used with dieting. It never worked. I eventually get so hungry I say “fuck it, no one really cares if I lose ten pounds but me OM NOM NOM NOM NOM PIZZA.”

Or it’s my band name.

My narrow waist is a silly point of pride for me. I may have a hag face, but I’m a hagface with a tiny waist. And long, slender fingers.

I want to do it because when you have large breasts, a loose shirt makes you look like a dump truck (no waist), but a tight shirt makes you look slutty (waist but major boobage). Tucking in the front shows you have a waist without saying “MY BOOBS ARE HERE.” But I never do it because I suspected that as pleasing as I…

I respect autodidacts who read for edification and can see how that being a motivation could lead to anxiety over not “keeping up.” But like I said earlier, I read a fuckton of obligatory text in college and grad school. I’m glad I did it, because it prepared me for the job I have now, which I enjoy and find…

I had a super once who I suspect was an escaped war criminal from the Bosnian/Serbian conflict. But he was like your landlord and he loved cats, so I was fine with it. I came into the kitchen once when he was fixing my stove and caught him holding my cat like a baby and cooing at him.

Or Lifehacker will turn you into a lobster. :)

And entertainment is supposed to be entertaining. An antidote to stress, not a cause.

One of the only things I miss about living in NYC is having 90 minutes reading time built into every work day. That was my off-peak time subway commute. I always even got a place to sit. Everyone felt so sorry for me having to ride a train for 90 minutes every day to get 8 miles and back, but I really rather liked it.…

I’m not a good enough housekeeper to care, LOL.

Cooking and cleaning is my designated audiobook time. I figure it’s a better use of it than playing Friends reruns for the hundredth time. I have trouble with audiobooks though because the narrator’s voice has to be just right. If the voice bothers me, it ruins the book. The one I’m listening now is fine until she…

I’m not above quitting books, but I’m OK with having a long reading list and don’t worry how much “progress” I make. I could read every moment for the rest of my life and not read every book worthy of being read and that’s just the way it is. For me, it’s supposed to be fun, not a source of anxiety. I did plenty of…

I regularly wonder “where do women get suits now that Macy’s is a shithole?” I was going to try Express but hadn’t thought of Ann Taylor. I may be forced to do so.

That explains why they’re so bad at it.