Some days I get a decent idea and go with it, writing effortlessly for a relatively long stretch of time—an hour is impressive in my world—and feel great about what I’ve done.
Tonight? Not so much.
Instead, I will share a few random things that have streaked through my brain in their raw naked glory—or at least a few I can remember.
It’s time for FYIs: Mindless Monday Edition!
Chocolate Cadbury Crack
Every time I hear clips of Lady Gaga music I get Madonna songs stuck in my head. Coincidence? I think not.
It’s easier to just throw away the shower curtain liner and buy a new one than it is to scrub the shower curtain liner. Contrary to popular belief, this is not the case with mini-blinds.
April showers in Michigan bring prolonged Seasonal Affective Disorder much sooner than they bring May flowers.
What we imagine events to mean will color the way we feel about ourselves, about the people in our lives and about the world at large.
Melissa Rivers looks just like Steven Tyler.
Dude looks like a lady—or lady looks like a dude.
Loud cell phone conversations in public are the “reply all” of real life. It’s annoying and I will tell you this.
Sometimes I try too hard and sometimes not enough. It’s annoying—but it’s also okay—and I will tell myself this.
I can watch the Weather Channel’s “Local on the 8s” and get so distracted by the trippy music that I have no idea what forecast I just saw.
It takes infinitely longer to fold and put away laundry than it takes to actually wash the stuff. (Cut out the middle man and don’t fold. You’ll add hours to your life.)
Having people notice a new haircut made me feel good enough to cancel out the guilt I had for cheating on my hairdresser.
There is yoga, and then there is yoga-flavored exercise.
Yes, Jillian. I’m talking to you.
On that note, if I need a boost in self-esteem, I just turn on Exercise TV and listen to the manic trainers tell me I’m “doing great!” and “looking fabulous!” and that they’re extremely proud of me.
Gay men in their ‘30s make the best cupcakes, and Sangria—and jokes about gay men, cupcakes and Sangria.
Straight men in their ‘30s don’t know what the hell Sangria is—and make philosophical arguments about the vastness of the universe that are inversely proportional in logic to the amount of beer consumed.
Bad things happen to good people. Good things happen to bad people. I would still rather be a “good people.”
If I can’t have a goat, I want him.
So what can you contribute to Mindless Monday? Any FYIs floating around?