I'm moved and that's the feeling

It's a Monday, but it's a sunny Monday and that's enough for me.

When you're a Jet

I don't know why my 8th grade dance recital just popped into my head, but it did.  Lots of fun memories there, many of them revolving around feeling very very awkward on stage.  Times are changing.

Happy Valentines Day to all, or Singles Awareness Day as the more jaded or anti-Hallmark among us may say.  However, on this particular February 14th, I'm less concerned with candy hearts and roses and more preoccupied with the upheaval in the Middle East.  We just saw the end of a 30 year corrupt regime in Egypt and now the dominos are starting to topple.  Social media sites were shut down in Algeria after a rise in civilian protests, and the streets are becoming more active with social protests and demands in Iran, Bahrain, and Yemen, prompting those in the region to refer to this particular Monday as a "day of rage."

I, for one, am looking forward to watching the continuing saga.  We're still a painfully long way from peace in the Middle East, but I can't shake the feeling that this organic and homegrown desire for change in the region is an excellent start.

Tree?

I am no tree.

All unentended Tolkien references aside, it's been a nice day.  Just generally pleasant.

Just be careful out there.

Sunday accomplishments

This.

My phone is definitely standing up on the skinny end without any support.  Sweet.

The best artists steal

Everyone read this. Now.  Cassie, you can give me a zero on this assignment since it's not all my original work.

This isn't about sex or hawtness.  It's about love.  Loving your body.  Loving your stomach, your breasts, your crooked nose, your penis, your chest hair, your mind, your heart.  Loving yourself.  Loving the minds and hearts and bodies of everyone around you.  Because it all starts with you.  Love and you.  You and love.  You and love holding hands and skipping down the street even if other people laugh.  It's a beautiful relationship, but like all relationships, it takes a lot of work to perfect and understand.

I linked to my best friend's blog because it really resonated with me, and I know it will resonate with somebody else.
Sex and candy and love, love in all of its forms.  But especially love for yourself.  Even for that crooked nose.  Because that's where everything starts.  How can you love anyone else if you don't love the person you know best?

The soul test

That is all.

You talking to me?

How has your day been?  Long?  Stressful?  Maybe more difficult than you had thought?

Believe me, I know.  Maybe it's just been one of those days where the hours drag out and drag on.  One of those days where Murphy's Law is in full effect.  Maybe you fell down the stairs in front of a bunch of people.  Maybe the barista screwed up your order.  Maybe it started to rain.

You could have had a big fight with a friend.  Your suitemate could be singing horribly in the shower.  You could be out of bandaids.

Maybe your car ran out of gas in the middle of the freeway and you don't have AAA service.  Maybe a mouse crawled behind the refrigerator and died there and now the entire house smells like bleggh.

For whatever reason, for any reason at all, are you not having a very good day?

Well now you are.