My Own Special Retreat

Without fail, the second my therapist tells me she's going out of town, the shit hits the fan faster than a two year old monkey playing with his own feces. (Gross, but totally true.) Every week, I work up the nerve to say, "you know, I love therapy, but I love shopping WAY more" but then it's weeks like this week where I realize, Meh, It's totally worth it.

My Latest Project.

It's been WAY too long since I last crafted, and decorated, and made pointless fun crap.
With that being said:
I'm So EXCITED to start my new project, and my new change. As a Sag, I enjoy change. Sorry, Romney fans.

Two Birds, One Stone

I'm so ready for April to be over. This month has blown giant donkey sized hairy balls.
From Day 1, this month has absolutely sucked. SUCKED. One more day, and I can kiss this stupid month goodbye. April has taught me about the new interesting concept of "Bros before hoes"
Interesting theory, folks.
What is 'bros before hoes?' Is that some sort of new sexual position the kids are trying these days?
No.
Ladies and Gents, Urban Dictionary defines 'Bros before Hoes' as:

This. Is. It.

I've been having weird dreams about this exact bracelet.
Shit you not.
Creepy that I found it online today!

Timing

I've started meditating. One part of meditation, at least to me, is being aware.
I had a really good 2 hour meditation today. For the first time in a VERY long time, I've found the spark to put the flame back inside of me. My toes tingle at the feeling of having life pump through them again.