Blonde spot

39, curvy, brown-brown, attorney, mom, separated. A self-deprecating, loyal, ink- and-paper book-loving, passionate nerd who is STILL trying to find her way. Born a brunette, I made lots of blonde jokes in the 1980s, only to be blessed with a golden-haired Doodle who wants her mommy to "have yellow hair like her." So as I meander through my 40th year, broke but not broken, stuck but moving forward, I vow to concentrate on fixing myself--mentally, emotionally, and financially. As a blonde.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Day 52: What the fuck am I doing?

I have a tightness in my chest. My heart is twisted. The other night I actually googled "am I having a heart attack?" Google chided me for googling my symptoms and directed me to call 9-1-1.

Magical thinking. Realism. Coincidence. Fate. Signs. Chance. Serendipity. Randomness. Numbness. Chaos. Intractable. Frustration. Static. Fuck. Sigh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rphzRv8oHIM&feature=related (Part I)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3KFsm1rJVc&feature=related (Part II)

Blonde spot

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Day 52: What the fuck am I doing?

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