Tagged: personal

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#firstürbproblems: Skim, not Skinny!

Making sure to specify a “vanilla nonfat latte” instead of a “vanilla skim latte” at Starbucks for fear of being served a Skinny Vanilla latte. Yes… that’s a thing. Really. Well it is for me, anyway. The other odd thing...

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health: “more of a nuisance”

So, following up on my visit earlier this month, I’d been to have the stitches–sutures if you’re fancy–removed and I thought I’d hear results on my biopsy at that time. This was incorrect and the doctor I saw was a...

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home: BUTT OUT! …please?

In which my first world problem complaints about cigarette butts landing on my patio are vindicated with a not-strongly-worded-at-all memo from the management.

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health: cancerversary?

Nearly three years to the day of completing cancer treatments, I find a skin anomaly and all those old familiar feelings come bubbling right back up to the surface…

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40: different animals…

It’s never easy to look back at a relationship that recently ended. We cared for each other very much, but in the end we both wanted different things.

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quotes: Honey, you need to eat!

Miranda Lambert. “Really skinny actresses make me hungry—I see them and think, Honey, you need to eat! I’m lucky I don’t have to live like that.”

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etiquette: XYZ?

So I’m riding the train to work last Wednesday and this happens… Informed fellow commuter his fly was undone. Does that count as my good deed for the day? #fb — urban bohemian (@urbanbohemian) April 25, 2012 The man was–more...

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health: such a little thing…

I completely misjudged how long it would take me to get into work this morning, so here I sit at quarter to 7 in a nearly completely empty office. Which is actually a really nice thing. People always ask why...

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metro: platform or runway?

*taps mic* Is this thing on? Anyone still out there? Yeah, it’s been a while, but between indulging in birthday shenanigans, and sorta realizing that I’m not as able to recover from birthday shenanigans as I once was, I needed...

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twitter: happy hour

Last night, a friend mentioned–rightfully so–that it had been ages since we’d seen each other. I offered the following retort, which I will admit, is very true… Not that I’m a lush or anything, I just like getting together with friends and having a few drinks and laughs.