I'm an independent woman! I just live with my dad and husband, ok?
I have to admit, I’m a pretty cynical person. Not cynical for a New Yorker, but still a New Yorker.
Mondays, I hold it together for you guys. I am forced to, by having committed to Project Optimism and having gotten positive feedback from you.
But Tuesday, it’s like I breathe a giant sigh of relief. Deep breath, exhale. Now I can tell you what I’m really thinking.
“Things could be worse.” It seems to me that this is a cynical way of expressing an optimistic thought. I guess the better way to say it would be, “Count your blessings.”
It hits me once in a while. When I overhear a bit of someone else’s conversation and her life sounds more interesting than mine. When a friend tells me about something cool that she’s done since I’ve seen her, involving people I don’t even know. Or, in a different way, when a self-absorbed friend takes something random and makes it all about her.
Full Disclosure is a series in which I admit to things that I shouldn’t be ashamed of, but am anyway.
Full disclosure: I have a dry scalp. This is really the embarrassing part of this post. I shouldn’t be ashamed but there’s something about even mentioning the scalp that’s gross. Anyway, that’s not really what the story is about.
For years I have lived in secret shame until one fateful internet search led me to some hippie message board, which recommended an ACV rinse.
ACV? Ok… Google… Either a hot water boiler company or apple cider vinegar. Probably the latter. How does one rinse her hair with a food product?
…I just wanted a title that sounded like a fashion magazine article, because that’s pretty much what I find when I try to research budgeting tips.
Side note: there are no new tips. Coupons. Bring your lunch. Don’t take cabs. Stuff I already know but don’t want to do.
Guess what? You haven’t lived. How would I know?
Because you haven’t seen a fully grown man dressed up as a monkey in a yellow tutu performing ballet on pointe before stripping down to a literal banana hammock.
there was a lot of banana-based humor
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Ok, so it’s 9:48 PM and I’m sitting down to write this post. Better late than never? I guess I was a little too busy for optimism today.
Luckily, there’s a cheat. In the form of stealing.
My god, it’s been a rough week. Can you tell, lovers and friends, when I’m really down? I try to keep my blog mostly upbeat, but I think you can tell. At the very least, Tuesday’s post was a downer.
I don’t know if it’s just my birthday or what, but I’ve been kind of depressed this week. I even gave up drinking for fear that it would make me sadder. *Including* passing up a margarita yesterday, which was a first for me. Mmmm margaritas.
I mean….
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But then, after Amanda and I met over burritos and lemonade to plan our comedy empire, we went to improv practice group.
Yesterday, I casually mentioned the summer I spent digging a hole. Here’s the deal.
I remember my 20th birthday like it was yesterday.
I had stayed in Binghamton for the first summer session, because I loved college so much that I hated to go home for the summer. I spent the day digging a hole from 8am to 5pm. Someday, I’ll have to write an entire post on my archaeology class.
Hi, I'm Jill. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm obsessed with sitcoms.
The second thing you should know is that my new husband, Tom, and I moved out of our Brooklyn apartment in September, and moved in with my messy, divorced dad ("Daddy"). Thus began my blogging career.
For more about me and my writing click here.
stalk me, maybe?