Okay, I think I’ve found out in my relationships what triggers me into annoyance and then flat-out anger. It’s actually quite simple. See if you can dig this.
Something unusual is happening in the present. I make a comment about said unusual thing. The people I’m speaking to don’t recognize what’s unusual, or argue with me that it’s not true. Since I don’t think I’m nuts I try to explain again what I’m witnessing, and they keep pushing back. Then I raise my voice.
On Saturday I deployed a new design of ThoughtsFromParis. I’m especially proud as this was a total rebuild. I tore the old one down and started from scratch.
This was a huge project. I know when you look at it there’s a lot of simplicity. That’s intentional. Surprisingly, to achieve that effect took around 60 hours of work. It was one of the most difficult projects I’ve ever taken on.
Last time I brought up my therapist’s office, I wrote about the girl who I see each week in the waiting room. An update to that story is that we both rode the elevator down together, just her and I, a month ago. We said hello and smiled at each other. First contact.
Yesterday I wrote about how, much like a vampire, I burst into flames when in direct sunlight. This the bane of being blonde. (Great alliteration there, Deej!)
As I recover from my pink face and belly I thought I’d take a few moments to write about the greatest thing on the planet. No hyperbole. Okay, a little hyperbole.
Been working on my new site upgrade for 3 hours and there is a big problem is prohibiting me moving forward. So this will have to count as my post today. I’m not proud of it, but unless you want me to scream choice expletives over and over via the keyboard, I will wait until tomorrow for a real post.
I don’t really know much about Germans except from what I have seen lampooned on television. I think when I was 18 we went to Germany on a trip I took with my high school french class. It might have just been Switzerland though. I really don’t remember.
I actually found myself today saying to a friend, “Did you know that Fran Drescher and Larry the Cable Guy both follow me on Twitter?”
Then, “Well, Fran Drescher is probably just a thing where she follows a lot of random people, but Larry the Cable guy only follows like 1k! Isn’t that funny?”
Jessica and I were sitting somewhere a few days back. I don’t exactly remember, so let’s just say a restaurant. All of a sudden she exclaimed, “Holy shit! This is amazing!”
She was staring at the side of my head and giggling. Then she reached over (without asking) and started digging around the hair just above my ear. Since I have written about how I love pulling out her white head hairs, I assumed she just found my first white hair. Like a neurosurgeon she delicately and masterfully maneuvered her fingers in position for about thirty seconds before pulling. Well, not like a surgeon at all. She wasn’t going inside my head, wearing scrubs, or had even washed her hands before touching me.
Let’s face it, chicken shawarma is one of the best things on the planet. Also, pretzel bread. Both chicken shawarma and pretzel bread taste like digestible heaven and yet…
You have to really hunt to find either.
There are a billion crappy Mexican restaurants, a McDonald’s down the street, and 37 Subways within city proper. Yet, to find a shop that will make you a deli sandwich with pretzel bread is impossible. Here’s how difficult it is to get pretzel bread. Even Auntie Anne’s doesn’t sell them and they’re the only pretzel game in down.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
