Had no clue what to talk about today. My equilibrium is off and I want to nap. So here's a photo of me at 8 years old, sitting for a passport photo, giving you frosty face/don't come at me/who do you think you are?/just try me. An expression that has served me well through the …
Blogvember #10: Yawn.
Ours in an everlasting love. Longest.day.ever. Off to bed, party people.
Blogvember #7: Oh, am I blushing?
I think the last time I wore blush was sometime in my late teens when I officially got the green light from the Moms to start wearing makeup. Since my abundance of teen magazines provided everything from makeup tips to how to get that guy to notice you (no comment), I basically put everything on …
Blogvember #4: Sleepy on the Tube.
After landing at Heathrow, my hostess and friend had already taken me to dinner, ice cream, a walk around Leicester Square (where I saw my love), and a bit of other sightseeing in between. Here on the Tube, finally headed to her home in Ipswich, was the face of gleeful jet-lagged sensory overload. Look at those …
Blogvember #3: On Chocolate Pigs and Resets.
Real talk: since arriving in the Lone Star State in September, I've been ingesting sweets and junk food like a chocolate pig. I wish I were exaggerating. If you've followed TSP for a while, you know that in 2015, I embarked on a gaining health lifestyle change. I changed everything: how I felt about food, …
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Blogvember #2: Deliverance.
Back in the day, I was a proud purveyor of the poker face. Betraying nothing on the surface while all kinds of madness/side eye/frustrations went on underneath. Perhaps it was a by-product of growing up painfully shy: I didn't want anyone to notice me anyway, so it wasn't necessary to communicate, even via my face, …
that skin(care) thing.
By now, you get that I like when things are low key and simple, right? Low maintenance rocks my quiet world. I watched a YouTube video today about skincare products and was reminded of just that: when it comes to skincare and beauty regimens, you can imagine how utterly unfussy I am. If it takes …
i ate a burrito and my stomach turned into an extraterrestrial.
This is a story about peer pressure. Plain and simple. Last night, I pulled up to a stoplight and commenced with my usual voyeuristic observing of the cars and drivers around me. To my right was a guy in an SUV. The first thing I noticed was what appeared to be tears cascading down his …
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Ma Maison et Mon Travail.
Went really French on you, didn't I? But you're used to that. Translated, it means my house and my job. Because, dear readers, after a month in my new surroundings, I'm happy to announce that I was recently hired at a new job and recently moved into my brand new apartment. We will pause for …
here.
Yes, I moved. Yes, I hitched up my lady pantaloons and made the decision to start over with new people, new new places, and new things. Yes, I wept when leaving my mother, my brothers, and my sister. Yes, I continued to weep on and off days after arriving in the Dallas area (specifically Carrollton) and …
This Square Peg. 