I’ll Eat My Vegetables

Picky Tongues

I had to think long and hard about this as I really enjoy my flavors.
At first I thought that I might give up sweet. Maybe it would help with all those cravings allowing me to finally lose weight. I only am gonna live once though and I love me some pie. I want to eat a piece of pie in every single state after all.

Then I thought about getting rid of spice, at least the heat part. I don’t handle it very well but thy put it in some of the most flavorful foods. Yet I do like the little high I get I when I eat a number 7 pad thai.

So I decided that I would give up bitter, it’s really everything I hate. It ruins beers and wines, makes a lot of vegetables inedible ruins even some meats.

So get rid of bitter, I eat more veggies and meat and maybe skip the sweets once in a while. Who knows it could really change the taste of everything.


Dot Dot Dot

My favorite punctuation is the period. I use it often, I use it freely and I don’t care if it is write or wrong…. Hah.

I don’t know if I use it correctly but I love to it as a way of saying and so on or I could go on but I won’t. Like yada, yada. Maybe as are you getting this? I don’t know but it works just fine for me.


LaLa Land

Writing Space

I think I really do my best writing while I am laying in bed. You know that little bit of time you have between going to sleep and hitting REM? Where your fantasies and realities collide and you have complete control over the way everything goes.

I love that it, it’s a warm safe place away from people and noise and it allows my imagination to go while. Plus since I am not completely asleep I can quickly jot down everything that has passed through the web of my mind before we lose it.

I don’t consider the physical writing part to count, it’s just a necessary means to and end. 🙂

Beer and Tabu

Seasonal Scent

Summer was really the one time when I was a child that I got some freedoms my parents were often drunk and too self involved to notice anything. My loved the cologne Tabu and wore it daily and heavily.

When I would come home after a wonderful day of doing whatever I felt like doing my parents would gather us kids up and put on the record player for the family sing a long. My dad would pull out his guitar my mother would separate us into girl and boy parts and we would just sing and have a wonderful time.

Those two scents together always bring back those happy memories!

It’s All About The Noise


My bed time is not set in stone, I often have insomnia or something else going on. I do however have some rituals that help me fall asleep.

I am unable to enjoy silence. I need more than just the sound of the clicks of the air conditioner or the hum of the fan. I need actual noise.

I have several movies that I will turn on as I try to go to sleep. In the past it has been, South Park the Movie, Chronicles of Riddick, Iron Giant or Beauty and the Beast. I know them well. I find the sounds comforting and I don’t need to concentrate on anything. It’s enough to distract me from my own brain, counting the seconds until a favorite quote while I play the movie in my head. It works quite well even if it doesn’t always lull me to sleep.

Lately I play Frozen from Disney several times a night. I can typically dose off right after “Let it go” and I will sleep until the end where Demi Lovato then butchers the same song. (You can agree to disagree I don’t care). This has become my sleep pattern and I repeat it each night. Does it work? Well it is better then laying in bed and not being able to sleep at all or wandering around the house like a zombie trying to find something that won’t create more stress for me.

They say we need silence and no blue light. I disagree though as this works more than anything else does though, even a multitude of sleeping pills don’t work this well.


I look in the mirror and see my age.
I hate what I see, the faint wrinkles.
why do we change?
I looked at myself and saw the freckles on my cheeks,
The used to be considered cute.
Now they are age spots, a sign of my body decaying.
Why do we age?
I look and see the weight I’ve gained, I used to be a mere 90, sure my bones were showing but I felt sexy.
Now my body is bulging and scarred from the weight I continue to gain.
Why can’t we stay as we are?
I would take being happy and healthy and not filled with self hate.
Why can’t I love myself.