Detoxing with a side of therapy
Deep. Fried. Hotdogs.
Deep. Fried. Bacon.
Despite the blurry picture, I think you get the idea. Artery clogging goodness. My coworker Jordan Guinn brought all of this in to work today for our potluck. I had never even heard about deep-fried bacon, but apparently it’s a new craze. You can even order it in restaurants.
I nibbled on the deep-fried bacon and I scarfed down one of the hotdogs, which were delicious. I also had way too many chocolate-covered strawberries and brownies.
My contribution was some red velvet cupcakes, but I did not take any pictures of it. Not even any for Dudes With Beards Eating Cupcakes.
As I detox from eating way too much at the work potluck, I thought I’d finally fill out the little survey that Miss Lauren put on her blog.
I concur with Lauren that the main reason I like doing things like this is because you get to fill in the blanks, like Mad Libs. Plus, who doesn’t like talking about what they like in life.
I like boys with flowing beards and girls with flowing skirts.
I like going to brunch in the wee hours of the morning.
I like dancing non-stop by simply bouncing my shoulders.
I like the feeling of waking up in the morning and knowing you can sleep for another hour.
I like fresh fruit.
I like dipping my toes in the water at the ocean no matter how cold it is.
I like exploring California and constantly being in awe.
I like going to yoga and reading the New York Times on Sunday because it makes me feel like I have my life together.
I like ranch dressing.
I like when Lauren sneaks photos of me and I don’t even know.
I like Skyping with my dog Willy.
I like giggling at work over cuteness on blogs.
I love the sun shining on my face.
Today I am anticipating my dreams when I got to bed early.
In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choice in like
Cause even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate
I hate that I bite my fingernails.
I hate when I let myself become overwhelmed.
I hate hamburgers.
I hate that I’ve just discovered crafting and do not do it enough.
I hate that I hate doing laundry.
I hate not having picnics every week.
I hate that I don’t make the best use of every single moment.
I hate not spending enough time outside, hiking, breathing fresh air and skipping.
I hate this, wow. . .