Tag Archives: self-improvement

Click Click Edit

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I feel like all I have done today is take and edit photos (this one not one of them, obviously). I’m happy with the results, except for figuring out how to do them better, which means I’m now aware ones I’ve done as recently as yesterday could stand to be redone. Sigh! *laughs* I guess I can’t complain in the… Read more »

Registered

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I keep seeing friends on Facebook posting via magic wossit that they are registered to vote. I presume it’s something that pops up if you use Facebook on your phone (I generally don’t), so here’s my announcement. The timing is apt, as I am currently watching last night’s debate. I spotted that it was on the BBC News, so why… Read more »

‘Tis a Lovely Day by the Seaside…

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And by ‘lovely’, of course, I mean ‘pissing it down with rain’. Because yanno, British and appreciate irony! Having said that, we knew there was supposed to be *some* rain this trip… but like, tomorrow. Instead, we’ve had a wet today, are forecast for a wet tomorrow, and apparently can expect like, an entire month’s of rain across it. Oh… Read more »

I Am the Cutest

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Once upon a time, I was younger and thinner. I was that sort of thin that people presumed was due to an eating disorder, and that I needed to be harassed about it. I rolled my eyes a lot, because oh hey, I was that size because I was that size — I trusted my body to do what it… Read more »

She Might Be Pokémad

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  So, realtalk — exercise and I don’t get along. It robs me of my appetite, causes me to rapid cycle, and a raft of other things. Lighter things like walking or jogging tends to be a no no because oh hey, too boring. Fun things that are suddenly coached as exercise, such as roller derby, ruin the potential fun… Read more »

Penis of Infinite Wisdom +5. Oh, Wait… ¬¬

  What is it about having a dick that makes some men such know-it-alls? Is it that their egos are as fragile as their junk? But then, the general fragility of that side of the gender means that ‘my’ side (-ish, being genderqueer) gets treated like all emotions stem from a wandering, hysterical uterus a la Freudian claims. We’re not… Read more »