I write this blog wrecklessly – have you noticed?
I know it’s weird and raw and rude and unkempt but slow down motherfuckers, it’s just for fun
My winter jumpsuit is too tight and it’s so fucking sturdy and ungiving I can barely chew, and I definitely can’t manage to cover my mouth on time when I sneeze – an act that brings about all sorts of panic in both me and my fellow GO passengers – and it’s not germ-related.
It’s more about zippers and buttons and seams
This jumpsuit is the fucking bomb though. I am probably burning calories just keeping it from exploding.
I am not improving with age, am I?
I am part keto. Also I go to the gym weekday mornings and walk practically everywhere, so fast that nobody can keep up except my kids who are fast walkers out of necessity.
It’s the unconscious eating that’s the problem. Just because I eat healthy food does not mean I can take up trance eating. I mean even apples and grapes and 11% yogurt and cashews and brazil nuts and cheese and hummus on endive which is my current fave will make you long for a burka if you eat enough of it/them.
I made my own hummus on the weekend btw and if you want the receipt, which you probably don’t but thanks for trying autocorrect, but if you want the recipe it’s in the comments. Totally easy and worth it and I winged all the measurements so following closely is not a thing.
There must be a school group on this train because the customer service/announcer guy in the accessibility coach just said, “Have a great day especially if you’re going to go look at dinosaurs”.
People are awesome and surprising and give that guy a raise
So I just had a dentist appointment. Got back just now and couldn’t wait to get here so I could tell you what happened. The whole appointment turned out to be a false alarm in that the cavity the hygienist thought she saw last week wasn’t actually there but that’s not the good part of the story. The dentist did a little procedure anyway since I was in the chair and all and I gotta tell you, that is one posh place, the actual work area is more like your living room. Nice chairs, some art on the walls, sort of zen and I was getting almost comfortable and then she told me to sit up and spit and I looked to my right
I don’t know about you but I’ve had some pretty fucking brutal dental procedures in my life and that’s putting it mildly
I couldn’t believe this piece of abstract art. When it was over and they were trying to get rid of me I said hang on I just want to take a shot of this picture. I managed to get some of the familiar dental stuff in the shot so you could see the fucking size of this fucking thing.
And she said it’s nice isn’t it all flattered as if she had good taste or something
So I told her how it looked to me and she was insulted and stopped liking me right away but the dental assistant sure understood and I bet that guy never looks at that painting the same way again.
