February 2012
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I broke down and bought Lululemon yoga pants
a few thoughts:
Holy shit! I can’t believe I paid that much for a pair of yoga pants. tsk tsk
I may be ruined for regular, reasonably priced yoga pants. They’re so soft and stretchy and wonderful.
My mother can never know.
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I just got an email about a Heritage Pork of the...
The Internet has spoken and it wants me to be fat. Fat and very happy.
Your Daily Dose of Joy: What is Your Book Title? →
joyengel:
Chiara recently noted that she passes her time writing three line biographies of herself in the third person. I like the idea, but I’ve found myself writing self-help book titles for myself and others.
For a lady I met at a conference the other day, I titled her book, “How to dress like a…
“Why did Tim Riggins chop off his hair, and other modern concerns.”
For the record, I...
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What is crucial to understand is that academic publishing is not a free market....
– From the same amazing Boston Globe piece, the quickest and clearest summary of academic publishing’s dysfunction I’ve ever seen. It is VITALLY IMPORTANT that everyone in the ecosystem understand these basic facts. (via arlpolicynotes)
This.
Also dysfunctional (and related): citation analysis....
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I wish my cat was a travel friendly cat
because I’m going away for the weekend and I already miss him. Even if he is a little asshole.
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change of plans
My gym buddy found out yesterday that her dog has a spinal cyst that will eventually paralyze him so instead of working out this afternoon we will be drinking wine, watching a Dance Moms marathon and cuddling the pup. The treadmills can wait, there’s wallowing to be done.
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my mom makes me feel bad about my weight.
my mom makes me feel bad about wanting to loose weight.
wash. rinse. repeat.
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a cuddle comparison
things my cat has cuddled with in the last 24 hours:
my rain boots
my non-rain boots
my purse
a paper bag
a bra
A Clash of Kings mass market paperback
my running shoes
a plush turtle
a zebra patterned pillow
things my cat has not cuddled with in the last 24 hours:
me
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a list: things i want that are unlikely to happen...
to go ice skating
a meatloaf sandwich
my lunch meeting to involve pizza
finding the perfect pair of black wedges
my upstairs neighbor to either move or get a fucking clue
Sweetgreen to open a location in Silver Spring
My daily dose of mothering
My mom called (and interrupted my dinner) so we could talk about my weight (I need to lose some) and a breakup that happened four years ago (was it a mistake to break up with the emotionally abusive loser? She thinks maybe it was since I’m 29 and single) and when I reminded her that I was in the middle of dinner she helpfully advised me not to turn to food in times of depression. Isn’t...
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A long-form documentary about Southern eats from the good folks at SFA?
Be still my little heart.
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January 2012
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Letters of Note: To My Old Master →
Quite possibly the most eloquent “fuck off” I’ve ever read.
“Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.”
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can stress headaches kill you?
Because I think this headache is trying to kill me. I have to leave in 45 minutes and I still have to write what may be both the most professional and most apologetic email of my career and I’m pretty sure my brain is trying to escape my skull.
Other related thought:
Overnight FedEx is really fucking expensive .
fucking up is one thing, your boss and his boss knowing you’ve fucked...
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At least you didn’t kills someone’s beloved cat.
– the bestie (and mr. smokey’s vet) putting things in perspective.
I’m a librarian, they’re just books, it could be worse. It could be like her bad days.
not hyperventilating
but my hands are shaking and my heart is racing and I want nothing so much as to curl into a ball and hide. my emotional hedgehog is taking over.
I may have seriously fucked something up at work
this is bad. very very bad.
trying not to hyperventilate.
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It's Friday and I'm wearing heels.
Not fun going out heels, work heels. And I’m wearing a dress instead of my special Friday work jeans. I hate when special visitors come on Fridays.
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I really need to stop pretending that my life...
I was late to work this morning because he wanted to be brushed, left happy hour early because he needed his dinner and now, even though I have dishes to wash and baths to take, I’m stuck on my couch out reach of the remote because he wants cuddles. This is what my life has become.
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and now the head of reference has abandoned me
He left. For the day. While he was supposed to be manning the ref desk. And there were still patrons to be helped. Waiting for him to help them. AND HE DIDN’T FUCKING TELL ME HE WAS LEAVING. Walked right past me and didn’t say a damn thing. And now I want to stab him.
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my patrons are not helping my mood
patron: I wanted to look at these books and I was wondering if you had them up here.
me: Were they not on the shelf?
patron: I don't know. I haven't checked.
me: Do you need the call numbers?
patron: No, I have them I just thought I'd check here first. I thought someone might have them up here. They're really interesting.
me: Oh... uh... no.
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eating my feelings
A new Papa John’s opened up in between my office and my apartment and I’ve already planned out my take out order for that day our head of reference finally drives me over the edge and I feel a need to eat my feelings. All of my feelings.
In case you’re wondering the order is: large pepperoni and green pepper pizza and buffalo chicken strips. And there’s a conveniently...
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I’m having a shitty day and I hate everyone but I think I found the...
– text sent by me to the bestie. that’s what kind of day it is.
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there's some work shit going on today that's...
Yesterday was kind of awesome and I got presents and I didn’t have to deal with anyone I don’t like and today today is kind of the exact opposite. I appreciate that they waited till today to make my life miserable but I do not appreciate a man totally unqualified to even work in a library trying to tell me how I need to do my job. I’ve got a masters and, as of last week,...