Monday, February 28, 2011
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
As she was about to make another deposit, it suddenly occurred to her that her good intentions of learning her dear mother's banana bread recipe could be dangerously veering into hoarding territory.
|two weeks prior|
"C'mon, when are you ever going to find the time to make banana bread?! SNAP OUT OF IT. Pick up that plastic bag next to you, weakling!"
And like that, an out of body experience of sorts, she blankly carried a strained plastic bag full of twenty-one frozen little corpses down to the garbage.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
GAH!!! I was milling through my mum's old photos, gathering photos and information for Threadbare's Of Another Fashion project and stumbled upon a secret life of my mum's!
I saw this photo and asked her where it was taken. Nonchalantly, she said, "Oh, that was in my plant shop in LA."
< insert record skip screech >
"You owned a PLANT SHOP??? IN LA????" I shrieked.
"Yeah, it barely broke even. Then I got tired of it after a while," cool as a cucumber.
Eat your heart out, Brooklynites. O.G. Pendleton. Har!
[DAMN, GINA!!! Tisha Campbell from Martin as a Chiffon.]
Saturday, February 05, 2011
I've never really understood the concept of therapy. Probably because I'm a repressive, secretive freak of nature. There have definitely been a handful of times in my life when I really should've sought help, but for some reason or another didn't. I've always had this impression that therapy was only for rich eccentrics, so I recently asked a friend of mine who is a big proponent of therapy some questions. I hope you find this as interesting as I did.
What are your general thoughts/experiences regarding therapy?