At a 1-1 meeting today, I tried to have an open mind. Results were good.
Image from Wasted Rita
On my list of 40 Reasons to Be Single is – there’s no one to answer, “do I look fat in these pants.” The question never yields anything good.
Have you ever posed this to a lover? And how’d that go?
Drawing by De’Von Stubblefield
I love sugar. Brownies, mint chip ice cream, chocolate pot de crème, key lime pie, Snickers. I heard Charles Duhigg, a business reporter for the NY Times, talking about his book, The Power of Habit. Part of the research was personal. He was trying to understand his craving for cookies. What Duhigg came to realize was what he really wanted, when he left his desk each afternoon for a sweet snack at the cafeteria, was company.
I’m here to say, what I really want is the cookie.
M&M’s inspired by Damien Hirst by Henry Hargreaves
This is a serious question. I’ve been trying to come up with a snappy title for my book about single life (based on FPS, which is based on single life). And I remembered one of my posts, “Playing With My Cat When I Should Be Dating.” An insightful friend, who happens to be a noted fiction writer, tactfully suggested that the title sounds like I’m masturbating. Oops. Dear readers, what do you think? Honestly. (Other title ideas greatly appreciated.)
Image by Ted McCagg
For me:
Walking through the door, pet love
Well-cooked, slow-cooked, food
Cheap thrill of new lipstick
Reassuring friends who regularly check in
Being my brother and sister’s keeper
For YOU?
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I’m in big trouble. How do you size up? (Psst. I think that Public Relations Director is gay.)
From the awful book Dancercize, 1967