It's All Coming Together

I have been being encouraged to go on vacation for a while – I'm not sure if this was due to my crazed smile or the blog where I joke (really) about harming my roommate(s) – so I'm finally taking the advice to heart.  I hope to be off for a short while, collecting toiletries and possibly human hair for the Congolese women who have been eyeing mine a little too fondly.  I'm unsure as to where/how to find the last, and sincerely doubting my ability to enter this country with the first as border crossings into this country usually feel like a prolonged exercise in futility (or, alternatively, a free shopping spree for the officials involved).

On Coming Together - Appendix A

In trying to learn more about the WoC vs. WW smackdown, I cruised the Internet to find what made coloured feminism better or more valid than white feminism.  I mostly found sites that wanted to teach me how to be an ethical slut and a bad bitch who changes the world.

News Feed

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Facebook Status:  Single, seeking to want to be in a relationship

Guys are weird.  I realize now that I have descended so deep into spinsterhood that I can no longer see the light of Disney – and, quite frankly, it's not so bad.  I know a guy who told his then-girlfriend that she'd be a stunner if she lost some weight.  Thank God she let him live (even going so far as to marry him for the greater Good).  Why men concern themselves with our weight when we're already so deeply concerned by it is a mystery to me; it's just resulted in an entire industry built on sweating instead of eating ice cream the way God intended.

As I Walk

I was angsting over this post until a lizard came to see what was taking so long.  I pulled myself together; he waddled away with dignity.  I finished up with nostalgia for when there were 5 good things about this apartment.

This came out of a conversation with a friend who was facing another disappointment out of many here.  She's had victories and joys here as well – don't get me wrong – but her optimistic trust has taken a hit, and I've seen how this has changed her words and perceptions over the past few months.  Her easy altruism has been one of the traits I've most admired about her, and to hear that openness change to guarded anger and pain at times has been sad.

“I felt bad for them, helped them out again, and this is like a slap in the face.  I just felt so hurt.  I was played again – each time I think it will be different, and it's not.  I feel so stupid.  Why would they do that?”

The F Word

Today's post is brought to you by the word FLEXIBLE.

I tend to think I'm flexible, but I also have a hard time doing pointless things for some imagined benefit and some loss to me.

Maybe I should take it off my resume.

Thank goodness I'm still a quick typist with an excellent grasp of spelling and grammar.

A Walk in Beauty

I'm done with vacation.  Apparently.  I'm still staying at my friend's mansion a hop, a skip, and a jump away from one of my new favourite people, the weather is beautiful, and I am so happy.

Everybody still tells me I'm fat, but I ain't even mad – jiggly thighs are a well-known side-effect of ice cream and joy, and even my philandering crush can't get me down.

The main reason I'm so happy is due to my new favourite person (comes with PhD Barbie; family sold separately) whom I'm unexpectedly territorial about.