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Life crises are rarely boring, or, Glass half full (of hard liquor)

I’ve learned a few things about myself in the past year:

  1. When I’m stressed out, my eye twitches.
  2. When I have no idea what else to do in my life, I bake broccoli quiche and chocolate chip cookies (from a box).

I’ve also learned that when all else fails, listen to a song over and over again until wisdom is bestowed upon you.  Today, the song is “On the Radio” by Regina Spektor.  Particularly because of these lyrics, which are striking a…chord:

This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

And on the radio
You hear November Rain
That solo’s awful long
But it’s a good refrain
You listen to it twice
‘Cause the DJ is asleep
On the radio

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Eh, it’s Monday. You know how it goes.

Last week, Marilyn Monroe provided this quote on the Witty Women calendar: “If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.”

I agree wholeheartedly with this quote.  I really do.  Laughter is more likely to turn me into a man raper than all the AXE body spray on top of all the dresser drawers of all the high school boys in America. 

Anyway.  Can someone tell me how to prevent receiving this message on YouTube?

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I must have JavaScript turned off because I’ve installed the latest Flash player, like, twenty times.  All I want to do is watch Taylor Swift be the most adorable thing ever and it’s very frustrating to not be able to waste my evening doing so.  I could not care less about The Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, Zac Efron, etc, but I am completely in love with Taylor Swift.  You know why?  She’s not one of those Disney Channel creations.  Ashley Tisdale’s got NOTHING on this girl.  Taylor Swift wrote every song on her debut album and it went triple platinum.  That’s nuts.  That’s like telling Kenny Chesney, Keith Urban, and the rest of those country boys to suck it.
 
Anyway, I could say more, but I plan to bake a broccoli quiche this evening and I’m lacking a pie crust.   
 
This kind of ruins my appetite, though.

This kind of ruins my appetite, though.