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Being 12 hours ahead of EDT is really difficult—I feel like I’m missing everything, which is strange, because I’m actually experiencing everything 12 hours BEFORE they do. THEY’RE the ones who are missing out!


i desperately want someone to love and take care of. and have love and take care of me.

I just went on facebook (ah!) and looked up my ex-boyfriend (AH!), the one who is engaged (ACK! ABORT, ABORT, ABORT!)…but it was fine. I’m two glasses of port in and I went to Soul Cycle this morning and I’m making food for the week and sitting in my clean apartment watching television because I don’t have to work for the first time in, wait, what’s today’s date, twelve days (!) and life is just GOOD. They got a dog together, and gave it a name I’m pretty sure we discussed, when we were together, giving to a dog we would adopt in the future. AND? Sure, he and I adopted a cat together, and when we broke up, she was left with me because, I guess?, I was the more responsible one, and I resented it at first, but she’s since become my road dog/homegirl, and, you know, great for him that he has a situation that permits him to take good care of a dog (assuming that the dog is well cared for) and that that situation is not with me (and also that I’m not in a position to adopt a dog). Let’s think about all the ways that I’m not only better off not being in a relationship with him, but all the ways in which I’ve grown into myself as a person in the world since breaking up with him…I’m miles away from where and who I was when I met and fell in love with him, but also miles away from where and who I was when I realized that he was no longer my best friend. And there is no where I would rather be.

Don’t get me wrong, I love (love LOVE) J Fal, but it’s not weird that I think Stephen Merchant is the sexiest of the bunch, is it?!?


Never forget: Joseph Gordon Levitt, Stephen Merchant and Jimmy’s Amazing Lip Sync Battle

(via fallontonight)

L.A. Complex is majorly fucking with my sleep schedule. Thank GAWD there are only two seasons…

I rarely talk about things. I feel like I don’t have many people in my life available to talk to. I also have this weird shit about being vulnerable and sharing my feelings - good, bad or indifferent - with other human beings. So if I don’t write about things, I will forget about them. I’ve realized in the past few days that there are a ton of things from the past year that I wish I’d written about somewhere…

This is all to say that I hope to spend a bit more time here on my Tumblr, you know, writing about things.

Just a reminder, ladies, that you may graduate from Wellesley, then Yale Law School, become one of the most powerful and influential lawyers in the country, then the First Lady of the United States, then a U.S. Senator from New York, come this close to being the Democratic nominee for president yourself, and ultimately serve as the Secretary of State, but you’ll always be a woman — an emotional, unhinged, woman.

From the article Here’s the New York Post with the Most Sexist Headline of the Year on the New York Post’s cover of Hillary Clinton (with a scared-looking Bill in the corner) testifying during the congressional hearing over the embassy attack in Benghazi. (via lcucinotta)

sigh.  i find this quote particularly apropos today - disregarding the fact that this rundown of credentials is not in any way accurate vis-a-vis me, but noting, in particular, the point behind the rundown.  i find myself being super defensive at work.  i noticed that i try, at nearly every turn, to affirm my intelligence and the fact that i belong where i am.  as a woman, and particularly as a black woman, i’m always super aware of how it is i’m being perceived by my peers and supervisors.  it sucks to think that one small detour from the script - a demonstration of anger or frustration - could undo all that tedious, daily work.  

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i found my spirit animal. “big open spaces”…ich! who needs ‘em!


An owl who is afraid of flying outside in big open spaces has been given his own red brick house. Gandalf the great grey owl gets scared flying out in the open so his owners have built his aviary inside a brick shed. He now spends his days watching the world go by out of his window. “He is a bit of a wuss as he doesn’t like flying in big open spaces,” said owner Janet Southard, who runs the Wild Arena photography company, based inside Knowsley Safari Park near Liverpool.

Picture: Mark Bridger / Rex Features (via Pictures of the day: 1 November 2012 - Telegraph)

I understand the rationale, but it depresses me. So I’ve started drinking. At 11:30 am. I’ve been pre-tired for three months and this is the first time I’ve day drinked (drunk? drinken? drunken?)… something is wrong with me.

3 c old fashioned oats (1 cup ground in a food processor to flour)
1 c sunflower seeds
1/2 c pepitas
1/2 c hazelnuts
1/2 c flax seeds
1/2 c almonds
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t cardamon
1/2 t ginger
1/2 c maple syrup
1/4 c brown sugar
2 T butter, unsalted
1/2 t salt
1 t vanilla

Mix oats through ginger in a large bowl, ensuring that the spices are distributed throughout. In a saucepan, combine syrup, brown sugar and butter and heat to bubbling. Turn off heat, stir in salt and vanilla. Pout wet ingredients into dry ingredients. Let rest 10 minutes. Bake at 300F for 75 minutes, stirring every 30 minutes, trying your best to ensure that every oat gets brown but being careful not to break up the clumps.

Serves 4 “me”s, but if you’re non-disordered and can eat granola in moderation, more like 8-10.

I wish there was a late night talk show with ONLY wildlife experts guests. I want to see awesome animals every night.

Having a number of beverages in my fridge - not half-finished 20-oz bottles of soda, but homemade unsweetened iced tea and cold brew syrup - makes me feel like a grown-up.

okay, I will take all of your wine now.

I have an ice cream competition tomorrow.

I am also studying for the bar exam.

Guess which one is currently causing me the greater amount of anxiety…

I gotta get my mind right…if I’m going to smoke the competition at this ice cream takedown tomorrow…

g’dammit. wrong priority. i mean, i should write the rest of those essays and mpts for today and tomorrow so that i don’t fall behind.

yeah. right.

I can only concentrate on lectures if I’m also knitting. Weird. (Taken with Instagram)