Once upon a time, our fair chocolate princess was at work and in the middle of typing when a sharp pain shot though her wrist. Of course, she gazed at her wrist as if the body part could communicate why it did this to her. Thankfully, there was no answer (talking body parts may be cute in …
fruit salad.
Can I tell you how much I miss my tropical paradise/coconut/fruit salad? I will. December 2016 was the last time I: saw my curls got the chance to detangle as I go run my fingers through my kinks engaged in hours-long twisting sessions while catching a movie on the Netflix  "tamed" these edges before pushing …
it’s morning…
Curious about how This Square Peg energizes for the day? *Or whether she actually gets energized for the day? Read about my morning routine below... My alarm is set for 6AM. I turn it off and then sleep until 630AM. It is what it is. After the usual morning things, I hop into a scalding hot shower …
Discoveries. (Or, Eureka, We Keep Finding Her.)
We never stop growing and learning about ourselves, do we? Below are some of the things I've realized about myself lately, because I'm all about epiphanies, epiphanies, epiphanies...anyway, read on, s'il vous plait. Discovery: I receive a special kind of joy from unsubscribing to the abundance of emails that clog my various inboxes. There's nothing like …
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rant? what rant?
You guys. When ladies change their hair, here's the thing: their faces stay the same. I can't count how many times it's happened to me. It even happened today. Meeting people that I've met before and noting their obvious confusion based on a lazy lack of recognition. But we know each other, sir/madam. We laughed. …
Dear Leonard Sotten:
My, Leonard. You seemed like such a wonderful, patient, kind man, and these are pretty important things if we're going to be married. And based on last night's sweet dream, we were. I'd love to know how we met or all the fun things we did during our courtship, or even how you proposed--I hope it …
nope. can’t do it.
When I was a senior in high school, I did something that defied all the parameters of shy girl status: I auditioned for a musical in my high school. *cue shock* Yes, your Square Peg, who enjoyed life behind the shadows, who always volunteered to be the narrator (and when she wrote her own stuff …
On Smart Cookies.
Let's celebrate this Throwback Thursday with a 'lil story/psychoanalysis/discussion/boatloadof unanswerable questions, shall we? I'll start by saying this: I'm a smart cookie. No shade or ego. I simply own my intelligence. And if you haven't done the same thing, please do. You're not walking around telling perfect strangers that you know it all. You're just …
Questions for This Square Peg.
Are you somehow impervious to injury? Is that why there are no band-aids in your house, which caused you to fashion a toilet paper tourniquet when you cut yourself shaving last night? Why do you think vengeful thoughts when people you smile at don't smile back? You totally pretended he wasn't there, didn't you? Why …
Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee.Â
I'll begin by reminding you, my dear reader, that I stopped drinking coffee in 2008. (See the story about the drums here.) This doesn't mean that I don't long for it like I long for the key to our villa. In fact, I miss that warmth and aroma like crazy. I've been guilty of sitting …
This Square Peg. 