Pretzels, Pray, Love and Life Itself.

My relationship with most self-help books has been to “ya ya cool cool cool” through the intro and “gimme gimme” through subsequent chapters til I get to the instructions.

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Q&A&buttery parsnips.

I’m trying not to feel guilty about missing open mics, taking reruns of Seinfeld over social events, and treating myself. To a box of wine, a grocery run at the organic shop with the nice lighting, and most importantly- a good cry over nothing at all.