I literally sing the “Everything Is Awesome” song from The Lego Movie out loud. It’s cheesy and I feel like I start off sarcastic, but by the end of the first verse I’m pumping myself up.

I remind myself that existence is absolute madness. Next I remember that little things like good coffee, good food, a hug are in and of themselves mini miracles. Finally I remember not to ask so much of myself and just be cool with being who I am. And when none of that works I try to go outside and look at some trees.

I watch Community or any of my other favorite shows. It gives me a boost and makes me laugh.

I try and do all the stuff I HAVE to do (I mean like HAVE to - go to work and pay your bill and if you can survive another night on cereal and beer so you don’t have to go grocery shopping then do it) and then just say fuckit to the rest of the stuff and do what makes me feel great: watch shit TV while taking Cosmo…

I take pills. I’ve got one that’s supposed to keep me awake, and another one that deals with the emotional side effects of sleep deprivation. Apparently I have narcolepsy, which is something I really wish I know earlier.

I would be inclined to have a conversation with them. If anything to provide them with a safe space to ask questions that maybe they can’t ask at home? (Disclaimer: not Jewish)

So earlier today (in the Patrick Stewart thread) we were talking about the Westboro Baptist Church and I thought of this ethical question. I teach Hebrew at a synagogue and about once a year the lovely, Christlike people at the WBC show up to charmingly remind us that God hates kikes. The way the synagogue handles it…

So, who else is binge watching OITNB getting ready for season 3? I finished my kitty homage yesterday and I am ready, ready, ready!

so i got a paid writing gig this week (it only took 15 years post graduation!!!!) and i turned in my first assignment last night and it was accepted and applauded (wow!!) and i am really excited but cautious but really excited and it’s been a great day but now i realize i shouldn’t have celebrated with cake vodka and…

Last month was a crappy month and I hope this month will be better. In case any of you need cheering up here is a picture I took today:

PLEASE TELL ME THE THEME WAS “CANDY MOUNTAIN, CHARLIE!”

I admire her because she overcame the stigma of being a working, skngle divorced mother in Japan.

You guys, I am so fed up of being sick. It’s been thirteen years. I want my life back. I’m in a mopey mood tonight. Nothing seems to be going right. My company had to decline almost £40k of funding that I’d managed to secure. I’ve broken a filling. I have cystitis again. On the upside, I did just eat a whole pizza and…

Guys, I could really use some warm fuzzies. Today is the 14th anniversary of my son’s death - he was 6 months old, and his father (my then-husband) shook him to death. Some years are not so bad, but this one is.

Well, being a supermodel helps with the confidence y’know.

I survived a 6th birthday party with 14 kids! Only one fight and three balls and a shoe over the fence! Now to rest my poor broken neck. It’s not really broken. Just crooked and pinching a nerve which gives me a chronic headache and shoulder pain. It’s balls. But oh well.

I’m going to guess these pics are less about being a supermodel and more about being confident. You can totally do it! Then please post them here. :)

I wish I was better looking so I could pull off photos like this.

And now all I want is chocolate mint.