Origin: proximal massage education facility.
Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.
Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and systemic collapse via exhaustion.
To shorten this muscle, continue cramming relentlessly. To lengthen, intermittently apply chai latte and laughter.
Approximately 2% of you are laughing now: to you, who have survived kinesiology in medical or massage school (or [...]
Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on — [...]
Life is: growing plans ever bigger, scrambling to keep up commitments already extant, deadlines long since missed and still looming ahead, inspiration abounding, dubious coping skills on the sly, perspective shifts vertiginous and plentiful, and never enough time when everything wants done now.
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Life is: a hand clutching a hand, a ring digging into flesh and [...]
Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]
Just enough of my persistent-not-exactly-optimism is left that I won’t say it is inevitable… but damn does it seem it.
It seems inevitable that whenever I have a day of wow-I-totally-get-this-parenting-thing, look-at-me-be-zen-about-his-tantrums, damn-dude-why-can’t-you-just-let-it-go-like-I’m-doing, the next day — the very next day — I completely fucking lose it. Break-a-plate-in-anger-when-he-dumps-out-the-eggs-he-doesn’t-want lose it.
I don’t like it. Maybe the zen [...]
That, of course, is the first rule of nutrition. And there are no other rules.
I just read this fabulous post over at Spilt Milk: Let us eat cake, and in the comments, in my own rambling, I had something of a revelation, immediately followed by a reality check:
I said that the Boychick never “doesn’t like” [...]
Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]
Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]
So here’s something I’ve discovered I won’t blog about: when it’s not my story to tell. When telling of my experience would reveal more than others are ready to share.
That was my weekend. This is the first time I’ve been at my computer for more than 5 minutes since Wednesday night.
Dear Record Number of Commenters: [...]
Open thread: On first periods
My monthly menstrual musings may have misled many of my much-beloved readers. I was not always as forthright as I am now — to put it mildly — and my willingness to talk about menstruation here, and elsewhere online and other feminist-dominated spaces1, doesn’t mean I don’t (or rather, didn’t when it was applicable) buy [...]
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