Faking it everyday. It’s the modern way.
Month: August 2008
If I had to pick just one of green, red or yellow apples, I’ll have to go with yellowish-green. (Yes, I cheated, but they’re delicious!)
Guess I’m working from home today; completely drenched from both earlier attempts to head to the lab. No subsidised lunch for me.
I suck at pool. But changing that scenario is what post-docs are for.
I just found out my travel expenses to Oslo are being reimbursed. Happy happy joy joy!
Found out what Bergamot is, and why it makes my tea delicious.
It looks like it’s going to pour. Should I chance it?
I managed to shave without cutting my face. I should have bought one of these fancy razors a long time ago.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer on Hulu. There is reason to live again!
I believe it’s time for breakfast, and it’s nearly noon. Maybe I should be waking up earlier.
I think I just worked in this stream into my web site!
@jackdaw Sweet!
Probably need to work this Saturday, considering I spent most of yesterday on chores around the home.
I signed up. Am I one of the cool kids now?
Dripping dropping people drop of a hat
I’m quite convinced the problem with my brain is that it’s not dead—it’s actually capable of thought.
As I lie there exhausted, my heavy eyelids slowly descending over my tired eyes, I feel her snuggle up even closer to me with a contended sigh. That’s when it happens—right when I’m on the brink of actually experiencing a moment of true happiness—my brain begins to race in a frenzied panic:
“But she’s not petite enough. Shouldn’t she be younger? She doesn’t look anything like what you’ve always longed for. Does she have to be such a tomboy all the time? I wish she were more of a girly-girl; it wouldn’t hurt for her to pay more attention to herself…”
How much I adore her, or how good we’ve been together, or how much fun I have when she’s around, or how liberating it’s been to openly share things with her… all of this, every single positive facet, quickly fades into the distant background. My brain has decreed she doesn’t look like she “ought to,” and its own voice is the only one it’s willing to hear.
The sad part is, I’m not able to convince it that it’s wrong. Superficial? Of course. Acting idiotically to our detriment? Hell yes!
But wrong?