Review. EXPLETIVE! I'm In My 20's - Let's Commiserate.

For those not-in-the-know (as was I, not 10 minutes ago), the Tumblr--and so subsequent expletive--I'm referring to is FUCK! I'm In My 20's. Handwritten notes--writing large or small, dark or light somewhat like this but more parallel to whichever rise or plight Koenig modulates--illustrate the daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly complexities faced (or that she still faces) in her 20's.

And similarly, mine. And similarly,

Love. America's Test Kitchen: Googling & Eating.

You're watching TV & your fav show/chef/cook is showing you the goods on how to make your favvvv dish. But you don't have your fav pen with which to write it down. (Oh. You don't have a fav pen?) We can all admit it, relate to it, commiserate about it. ... 

Or Not! 

Because I'm going to give you some old school Google search tips, & you're going to find some new school recipes. Like this one from America's Test Kitchen.

My Test Kitchen.

Shop Local. Diners, Deschanels, and Dives.

How does Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives relate to Zooey Deschanel??? Aside from both being deliciously bold & uniquely baller? Well ... consider a local Rochester, NY hotdog joint & an unconventional boutique. Maybe the two-toned Fu Man Fieri & bright eyed Indie babe Deschanel could go in-sies: 

Diners, Deschanels, and Dives. 

So Food Network Foodies, New Girl Adorkable-s, and Local Lovers alike ... 

Let's do this.

Guy Fieri.
Twit Pic.

Zooey Deschanel.

Twit Pic.

Life. HighExistence: 15 Picks from 50 List.

Reduce.Live.Water.Positive.Honest.Dreams.Day.Forgive.Meditate.Mind.Emotions.Mysterious.Friends.Bridges.Trust.

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Recently, I've discovered StumbleUpon  

wherein I've stumbledupon this blog:

#HighExistence

& this post:

50 Life Secrets and Tips .

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HighExistence, from what I've briefly sampled, explores science, spirituality, culture, & life to understand, examine, & impart enlightenment in its various forms. The post condenses a slice of this knowledge into 50 stimulating bits to attain--or at least work toward--this earthly Nirvana. 

Review. Friends With Kids.

.Crying.

The crying in this movie--my crying--was better than the laughing. And I mean that in the best way.

Taken from Google Images.

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Didn't start off so strong. Something about the uniform humor: unerring in punchy, nonchalant witticisms and edgy though friendly reparte. My favorite kind of humor. But unnerving when it's everyone else's too. Also, had a seriously difficult time understanding Writer, Director, and Lead Actress (whaaaa?!) Jennifer Westfeldt. Her voice is like soft-serve. But certainly becomes more audible as the film progresses. And more than certainly could just be my kick-ass (not) audio set-up. 

Shop Local. Enjoy a Staycation!

.Vacation~y Vibes.

Me. New Mattress. Just Delivered.
Giggling like someone on vacation, right.

During Momsly's vacation time, we couldn't book the gorgeous, serene, restful, relaxing, beachy Lake Ontario Beach House  (LOBH) which we normally book this time of year (fingers cross'd for the Fall!), so, instead, we're extreme stay-cationing ... as though Hamlin off of the Parkway isn't near enough. (Ooh, but at the LOBH, it feels so far.)

Life. I Start Thursday.

.I'll Never Get Down This Low No More.

Hard time here and everywhere you go

Times is harder than ever been before

And the people are driftin' from door to door

Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go

Shop Local. Sugar Mountain Bake Shoppe.

.Go.

Just go. Corner of Park & Alexander. (Right down the street, conveniently for moi.) Alongside La-Tea-Da! Tea Room & Parlour. (Post coming soon.) And in Brighton.

Sugar Mountain Bake Shoppe.
Left Clockwise: Nutella w Mocha, Kiwi Strawberry;
Blackberry Chardonnay, PB Cup (usually w mini-pb cup topper
... but I got the last one. Mmmmmm)

Top 5 Why

Essay. Why I Write.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One 

would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can 

neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that

makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable

unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. [...] And looking back through

my work, I see that it is invariably where I lacked a political purpose that I wrote lifeless books

and was betrayed into purple passages, sentences without meaning, decorative adjectives and

humbug generally.

                                                                           -George Orwell 1946, "Why I Write"

Love. Laughs. Life. Local. Americana 4th.

Shivers.

Every time I hear:

O'er the land of the free,

& the home of the brave.

Flag from Schooner's. Genesee River.

I hope that everyone enjoys a safe & celebratory 4th of July. Remember who fought & how. Respect the fight & the free. Never give into fear. And seek bravery, ever into the night. 

Love. I Post Because I Don't Have a Boyfriend.

Check that: 

Haven't had a boyfriend rounding 4 years,

& I post because of no man.

Pay no attention to that left thigh.

But today, quite literally, I post b/c I do not have a boyfriend. Let me ask you. When else will the planets align so that, without my having to exert extraneous effort:

Essay. I Love the Olympics & Sometimes they Make me Hate Myself?

 .work hard, win. best score, wins. train right, win.

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It's the ultimate maxim played out by statuesque figurines in striped, plastered, & engineered power suits. 

.This Will Make Sense.
.Read On.

Almost Hunger Games-esque. Taking a cynical stance on nationalistic competition for one moment, The Olympics preach meritocracy in a similar