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September 5, 2007

one hand shielding my eyes, the other holding my sunglasses.

Filed under: think — meg @ 1:15 am

I am too much of a cynic to:

love greeting cards; trust people who quote song lyrics very often; believe in love at first sight; do cleanses; call the complaint department; use more than one exclamation point at the end of a sentence; drink red wine on a white couch; buy into compliments; write the same way I did three years ago; cry at television ads; think I’ve actually gotten the last spider; read advice columns; go on blind dates; put people into my cell phone address book after one call; trust the phrase “no problem”; or believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, or Lloyd Dobler.

But I am still too much of an optimist not to:

scrap the recipe; buy the latest eye cream; quote lines from old romantic movies; develop crushes; sing country music too loud with my eyes closed; apologize first; own a jump rope; dance with abandon; believe he’ll still email; pick snails off the sidewalk and put them in the grass; ask the freaky question; think soaking the pan will help; blow dry my hair on rainy days; think babies are astounding; write my heart, even when I know it will sound stupid as hell; or press “publish” right now.

September 4, 2007

new bangs.

Filed under: random — meg @ 3:25 pm

Via my camera phone.

And um, unstyled and frizzy.

And um, no makeup.

fifteen things I insist on doing this month.

Filed under: listy — meg @ 8:38 am

1. Lying on the beach.
2. Getting. Everything. Done. In. Advance.
3. Wearing heels out for dinner at least three times.
4. Making a podcast.
5. Telling the people I love that I love them.
6. Not hanging on when there’s nothing left.
7. Drafting a killer fantasy hockey team.
8. Dancing at work.
9. Winning at Scrabble, even against “dictionary people.”
10. Submitting one article to a magazine.
11. Twirling happily in the aisles of Sephora.
12. Finally conquering the circle fly once and for all.
13. Believing I’m worth it.
14. My toes, in pink.
15. Admitting it when I’ve been singing country music.

fifteen things I completely refuse to do this month.

Filed under: listy — meg @ 8:28 am

1. Working for more than 14 days.
2. Standing on a scale and shake my fist at the sky.
3. Feeling guilty about the amount of coffee I drink.
4. Wishing I was still in university.
5. Replaying conversations in my head after I seriously fumbled my words.
6. Ceasing my singing if I hit the wrong note.
7. Caving into wearing shoes too soon.
8. Stalking Justin Timberlake around Vancouver.
9. Pushing buttons if I’m fully aware I’m doing it.
10. Experiencing exploding eardrums on the plane.
11. Obsessing about other people’s grammar
12. Letting my produce die because I don’t have “time” to eat it.
13. Stubbing my toe.
14. Spilling anything vibrant on my white shirt.
15. Forgetting to call my mom.

September 3, 2007

just stuff.

Filed under: random, listy — meg @ 11:27 am

I’ve never seen a real firefly.

A warm peach straight off the tree is like holding love in your hand.

A good towel snap is better than a firecracker.

The best dreams are the ones you can’t recall… but you can’t stop smiling when you wake up.

Hockey makes up for the fact that our national animal is the beaver.

I believe everyone can dance. Just not to the same song.

Sometimes I wish I was still getting my life perspective from Peanuts.

The best form of therapy I know is chopping vegetables.

When I’m so happy that I close my eyes, what I see is the one thing I’ve never been able to put into words.

When my feet are tanned, I am always more right with the world.

The more expensive the sunglasses, the sooner I’ll break them.

Every boy I ever thought twice about has at least five songs attached to him in my heart.

My mother’s laugh is what my laugh is becoming.

If randomness was a virtue, I’d be a saint.

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