My Kind of Bromance

Rahm Emanuel kissing Stephen Colbert
HOT!

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I think these two guys in love is making me feel better even more than the bees and ducks from the previous post. I might have to print and frame this photo. Thanks, No Fact Zone!

No, I haven't been working on those projects I was talking about from the post I wrote two hours ago. I've been watching The Colbert Report.

I think I needed a little shot of Truthiness besides all of that other pull yourself up by your bootstraps stuff.


And the part about the Penis Burkas (in honor of Stephen's upcoming mystery tour to somewhere in the Persian Gulf) really cracked me up: "Sheik Condoms, or as they they call them, penis burkas. They’re ribbed for the pleasure that she’s not legally allowed to admit experiencing."

Throwing an extra dose of smart/silliness into the mix has got to be part of my recovery plan.

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UPDATE 10:14pm: I'm still screwing around. Hey, this Emanuel/Colbert roast video is a nice toned-down sequel to that historic 2006 White House Correspondants' Dinner when Colbert handed the Bush Administration its collective ass and then Stephen became a national treasure and my hero for life.

Learning from the birds and the bees

In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;

But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud. ~ Wallace Stevens

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Today, the Little Pity Party. (I hate attending this party, even though I'm the hostess.)

Trying to get health insurance that I can afford (is there any such thing?) because COBRA is such a ridiculous joke that they obviously price it so that people can't afford to have it.

The landlords changed their minds and now won't give us a temporary reduction on the rent even though they said they would and we've paid them almost $80K in two years. They've owned this building for 40 years. It's paid for... fuck 'em. I'm not even getting into it.

I started doing my mental Rumplestiltskin thing so I took myself over to Golden Gate Park for a little cool down session.

The bees were busy.


The ducklets were following their mom around the pond.

No one here at the park has time for a pity party. They're all busy gathering pollen, learning to swim. They've got stuff to do and they're doing it.


I found a new place to sit and feel like things are going to be fine:
the Sky Garden at the de Young.

I sat in this concrete dome, looking at the sky through the hole in the roof and thought I have so many things I want to do, so many things I want to accomplish. And right now I'm not doing these things. I'm getting all hung up on stuff that just turns my mind in circles. So what's my story, morning glory?

I need to get back on track. Like now. No one else is gonna do it for me.

If baby ducks and bumble bees can get their shit together, so can I. They might be fuzzier and cuter than I am, but I won't let that stop me.

Okay, back to the drawing board.

xoxo