Friday Bits

How you can tell you, mebbe, should step away (even just briefly) from social media.

1) I’m editing tweets (in my head anyway) for:

• Bad sentence structure
• Lack of clarity
• Poor grammar
• Spelling mistakes

2) I’m WAY too easily annoyed by stupid click/engagement phrases

• Retweet if…
• Raise your hand if…
• It’s my birthday but (insert poor-lonely-me phrase here)…
• Everyone says I’m ugly (glam selfie pic shown), what do you think?

3) I need to make a BIG ass effort to scroll past the doom and gloom news posts to the art, book and general fun ones. By the by, I am now thoroughly addicted to adorable animal vids.

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Words for today:

Hoary
   adjective
tedious from familiarity; stale.

Mad Marge Greene and Lauren I-married-a-sex-offender Boobert are nothing but hoary, stale tarts and that’s an insult to past-their-sell-by-date baked goods.

Ataraxy
   noun
a state of serene calmness.

I need to achieve some mother fucking ataraxy NOW.

Slubberdegullion
   noun
A dirty rascal: scoundrel, wretch

TFG is the most odious of slubberdegullions. OBVS!

Hobbledehoy
   noun
An awkward or ungainly youth.

I am the old broad version of a hobbledehoy.

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Speaking of hobbledehoyness, I had PT yesterday. Today my back and chest are totally feeling all that exercise. Apparently I’m doing well—so much so that they’ve bumped me up to new workout levels.

Yea and URGH. I’m thrilled, of fucking course, that I’m improving but, DAY-UM, when does the pain stop?
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Have you seen the wonderfully surreal collages by Ecuadorian artist Beto Val yet? Check out his Instagram page and Colossal.
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Another example of the need to give wildlife space—two kayakers nearly became lunch for a humpback whale. FYI, this, kayaking with leviathans, is NOT my idea of fun. Life is challenging enough—I don't need to do a Jonah act.
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Speaking of sea life—check out photographer Chris Fallows' brill shots of breaching sharkies. Awesomeness abounds.

Me? I'm gonna stay right here on the beach.