Ray Bradbury is never wrong:

“I hate a Roman named Status Quo!” He said to me. “Stuff your eyes with wonder,” he said, “live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds.  See the world.  It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.  Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal.  And if there where it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away.  To hell with that,” he said, ” shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.”

Seize the Day. The Week. The Race.

For the next two days I am going to seize as much food as possible.

There’s a half empty jar of Nutella on my desk now. I am starting at the top of my pyramid (pyramid explanation is here).


In tomorrow’s episode: a condensed milk can. Or two. Plus everything else.

If you are having a bad day…

Take yourself for a nice walk. Or go into the closet, and scream.
Go for a run and pound the pavement. Or stop moving and relax.
Take out your old beaten-up, super-comfortable pair of running shoes. Or break out the shiny, brand-new, and crisp ones.
Find one fun thing to do. Or take a nap and forget about it all.
Grab some five inch stilettos and walk fiercely. Or just give your feet a rest already.
Text him/her and make things clear. Or unfriend-delete-block them; get a restraining order if necessary.
Call your friend to chat. Or get off the grid.
Smile at a stranger. Or yell at the taxi cab driver. Why not?

My grandpa used to say “If you kick every pebble, you’re gonna end up ruinning your shoes“. Sometimes it is just not worth it.

Don’t sit and wait for your day to get better. Go and do something.
Turn it around. Make it happen.

Buy a crazy nail polish. Or a neon-brite tie. Or a tiara. And big fake teeth. Put them on. Walk around.
Get a drink. Or a few spoonfuls of Nutella. Hug a kid. Get (him or) yourself a balloon, or a cupcake.
Jump on your bed. Look at old pictures. Buy yourself flowers. Take a long warm bath; with candles and a lemonade/cookies.
Go find a butterfly and chase it. Sit on the ground, get dirty. Do something stupid. Laugh about it.

What do you do you to turn your day around?

…the Bachelorette…

What do you know? Every-single-time I go to this supermarket, it’s like I’m in an episode of The Bachelorette! I am really not sure what’s going on there, it’s just surreal, there’s not one time that I have been there that I wasn’t hit on. But it’s two blocks from my apartment, and the closest place where I can find some brands I like…

And it’s a tiny place too, not one of those mega markets, but I think because the space is so limited it invites people to get close and make small talk. I have 4 supermarkets within a 3 block radio. This never happens in the other ones!

I understand my basket contents could be screaming “look at me!”, but still… The guy behind me in the line for the register looked like his head was going to explode… Here’s the receipt:

And in case you can’t see it…
Skippy Reduced Fat Super Chunk PB
Nutella Hazelnut Spread 13oz
Nutella Hazelnut Spread 13oz
Nutella Hazelnut Spread 13oz
Bulgur Cracked Wheat
Bulgur Cracked Wheat

Is this even normal? Do people meet up while grocery shopping? Does what you’re shopping for make a difference? What if I needed TP (…Toilet paper, not trainig partner this time!…) or anything less glamorous?? What would be the regular supermarket pickup lines?