Truth. #ignorethemessofamanicure (at Ho Sai Gai Restaurant)

Truth. #ignorethemessofamanicure (at Ho Sai Gai Restaurant)

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I am eating chocolate for breakfast.


Right?! It will actually be a two year engagement by the time we get married but it still feels so quick. And there is so much that still needs to be done.

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I’m getting married in 100 days. Holy smokes. So excited, so overwhelmed.

Oh course I messed up sending the save the date email, forgetting the wedding website. And then when I went to send an update, I clicked twice so people got duplicate update emails.

Of course my work computer freezes at 430 on my last day. While I’m in the middle of finishing a treatment plan and group and individual session notes. Guess I’m not going home anytime soon!


I was flipping through Glamour when I saw this article, I almost choked on my soda to be honest. Five pages, all about eating disorders, the lack if knowledge of them by doctors, and how to help yourself or your friends if you/they have an eating disorder.
They talk about BED as well, not just anorexia and bulimia. I’d like it if they spoke about EDNOS as well but otherwise I loved it.
Good job Glamour, four for you.

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The real plot line of 30 Rock.

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"It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home."

—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a review of her husband’s book in 1922 (via trishahaddad)

Reminder that F. Scott Fitzgerald stole his wife’s writing, many times, while suppressing her works. See “Save Me the Waltz”, which he forced her to revise so that he could use parts of it in his own book “Tender Is the Night”. And which author do we study in school?

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I didn’t know this.

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He also encouraged her to have affairs so he could use that for inspiration, and when she wanted to leave him for a man she fell in love with, he locked her in their house and wouldn’t let her leave.

When she wanted to publish “Save me the Waltz,” Fitzgerald wrote in his diary about DELIBERATELY trying to TRIGGER her schizophrenic episodes and making her incapable of fighting that battle.

And Fitzgerald scholars KNOW all this.  They write articles about how it was all okay because in the end, it inspired Fitzgerald to write Great Literature.

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knife his corpse

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Fuck I didn’t know this fuck ugh god why fuck ugh

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Yep. All true. Learned about his trifling ass studying creative writing and English lit. at CSU. Didn’t read ONE of her books on high school, yet we’re taught how amazing and talented he was. Makes me sick. xBx

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Um. I thought it was common knowledge that he was an asshole?

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I knew he was an asshole, but not that bad….

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didn’t he also eventually ship her off to an asylum? (Where she died because asylums were horrible places and somebody just left her chained up somewhere while a fire was going on?)

No joke I have an ex who used to counter my Zelda love with “but but but she told Scott his penis was small one time!!!!!” SMDH.

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Sometimes a man needs to know not to have delusions about how big his penis is.

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I went dress shopping today…

Also, hi. It’s been a very long time since I’ve come around here.

Meet the parents weekend

M’s and my parents met for the first time tonight. I have been stressing about this weekend for months now. My parents are so effing awkward, we were trying to make plans for tomorrow and they were completely noncommittal and vague, as they have been the whole time leading up to this weekend. And when I try to be direct and say okay this is the plan, they are still wishy washy and impossible. ARGH. On the plus side, my brother joined us and after dinner he was discussing our parents with me and he was so insightful and told me about how he recently called my dad out on his shit and I am SO PROUD. Never in a million years would j have thought my little egomaniac brother would be able to make this incredible observations about my parents and their behaviors, let alone confront them.

This is a photographer’s blog of his project taking portraits of people in the Kensington area of Philadelphia, an area with heavy drug use and prostitution. I have learned so much about this neighborhood through my job in D&A rehab, and I’m glad this photographer seems to approach this population with respect.