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starting the day with a bag of ice over your black eye....
sucks.
 
If this isn't you, you are having a winning day!
 
 
 

Lipstick on the Brain is not a real disease but maybe it should be....
 

 

 
 
 
It's the freakish condition when your brain connects everything to lipstick.
 
Missed the bus? Lipstick!
 
Burnt dinner? Lipstick!
 
Drycleaning? Lipstick!
 
 
 
 

the hannah and adam thing on #girls...
 
This relationship is for when you are a 20something and hung up on a guy (or girl!) who treats your heart like monkey meat but you are convinced that there's a magical sweet soul that adores you inside that big penis (or tight vagina!)
 
And maintaining contact after the latest emotional skirmish/reminder that your feelings are inconsequential in
the beautiful yet  futile hope that this guy (or girl!) will have the epiphany (which would have to be a brain aneurysm for this lucky person) that will make your idiosyncrasies, flaws and personality as delightful and VERY necessary to making his (or her!) life better.
 
Not complete. Better. There is a distinction.
 
Because unless you are a straight up golddigger (this is not gender specific reference, btw), isn't that the primary reason why we seek out connection, affection and adoration and all the stuff that makes romantic comedies so popular?*
 
The way Adam treats Hannah and the way she allows herself to be treated by him can be excused by her being misguided when it comes to dating...but if there's anyone over the age of 35 still having this awful dance of I've got to make you feel super insecure & doubtful about my feelings for you 24/7 -- take a break. Lay down. Don't date. Go hibernate for a minute.
 
Watching their non-connection play out is a reminder that getting older and hopefully wiser is a gift.  
 
 
 

if you are at the coolest, hippest happening and can't post to facebook or twitter that you are at the coolest, hippest happening...

 did you really go? were you really there? The Great GoogaMooga: Not So Great? excerpt:

It started at the gate, where festivalgoers who'd planned on rendezvousing inside with pals realized that there was, effectively, no cell-phone service thanks to massively overloaded networks. Since the overlap of people attached to their smartphones and people who attend artisan food festivals is approximately 100 percent, this resulted in the sort of desperate, angry scowling and ape-like poking at nonresponsive devices that would have struck crabby attendee Intel Noreen as a humorous and yet trenchant commentary on modern technological dependency if she'd been able to look up from her own "message send failure" disaster long enough to think such thoughts. (Only with the passage of time has she recovered enough from the tragic hours-long isolation from digital connectivity to do so.)

I gotta say no, you weren't.  You were somewhere with a thumb up your bunghole, deciding whether or not you liked it. Life.
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