Things you Really Oughta Know

Marshmallows are only good when toasted over a campfire OR over the stove when mother’s not home. (Daddy said it was OK!) Marshmallow filled chocolate eggs are a desecration of good chocolate. Marshmallow cake frosting is how you can ruin an otherwise toothsome baked good.

Also too, did you know that those disgusting, fluorescent Easter candies,  Peeps, were once made by hand and took nearly 30 hours to create? That’s a lot of effort for such an unpalatable return.
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A talk therapist who’s worth damn lets you do most of the talking. She/he only steps in to ask open ended questions that’ll help you look at and assess your circumstance du jour from a, possibly, fresh angle.

If you need someone to tell you how to live your life or a detailed how-to handbook, join a cult or the Republi/Fascist party (I know….same/same).
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Baby barrettes are adorable. My hair is too fine (AKA thin, thin, THIN) for adult hair clips, which are boring anyway. So, I wear ones that I find in the baby department at Target. I probably look silly but, frankly, I’m cool with my Jesus-you’re-too-old-for-this look.
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Yes, I can be a mess—AKA A work in progress. People love me anyway. Go figure. Must be something in the water. Possibly Mister Natural. Maybe just straight up LSD? The point? I don’t need to be perfect to be loved. Neither do you.
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I just can’t eat anything that has a face or cartoon equivalent of one (octopus, cows, ducks, pigs, etc. ). Please do not make cute cartoon asparagus with tiny faces! Also, no tofu cubes with smiles. Broccoli…same.
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Nothing and no one awesome and wonderful lasts forever. Yeah, I’m never gonna be NOT pissed about this.

At the same time, nothing and no one bad lasts forever either.
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Change can be good, bad and just shit to live through (and hopefully learn from).

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Turn and face the strange
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I’m much too hard on myself. This is mostly because, as a young thing (under 30 thenkyewveddymuch) I experienced intensely harsh criticisms that felt like utter humiliation (which was probably the various peanut brained criticizers nasty-ass intent). Being too hard on myself has been my way of finding and correcting my flaws in order to avoid mega embarrassment and shame.

I’m much better now, thanks. No…really!
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A short list of fellow human types with whom I have an extraordinarily minuscule amount of patience:

• egotistical twats
• narcissistic nitwits
• rage addicts
• Bullies who think they are just SO funny
• judgement jerks
• minikin minds who lack empathy/compassion

Past tense cake

n.b., the first and second groups have HUGE overlap
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Ultramafic
adjective
(of rocks) containing iron and magnesium, with little or no silica.

Some definitions are just screamingly wrong.

Here's the correct version:
Ultramafic
adjective
(of humans) someone who is brilliantly, glitteringly magnificent. Think David Bowie in the Ziggy Stardust years. He was totally ultramafic.
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Cake. That's all...just CAKE.

There. Don’t you feel all edified and enlightened now? Of course you do!