wear sunscreen

I've been meaning to by sunscreen for a while now.
It's really unhealthy, you know. Not wearing sunscreen. I imagine the sun beaming off all of the buildings that I walk by on a daily basis contain more UV's than I'd like to think about, but this buying sunscreen thing has turned into a happy thing for me.
I forget whenever I go to the store, I make lists, but it's always the one thing that seems to evade me.
The only time I do remember is when I'm doing something that reminds me of that wear sunscreen graduation speech given by Mary Schmich.
I get in line for coffee in the morning and I ponder the delicious goodness of one of those cheese danishes... or maybe even the triple gazed chocolate donut and I remember... "You're never as fat as you think you are... wear sunscreen".
Then later in the day when my boss annoys me and I want a new job... "Don't feel guilty about not knowing what you want to do with your life... wear sunscreen."
And sometimes when I cross the street and I know I shouldn't... "Do something that scares you everyday.... and wear sunscreen."
I'm beginning to wonder if G-d actually wants me to wear it of if he just enjoys reminding me about buying it and the lessons that go along with.
Regardless, I'm sure I'll have to get some at some point, but I hope the reminders never stop coming.
Or... maybe I'll just settle on tanning oil.

happ(y)ness

i find that i lose myself when i don't write, and in this city it seems like losing is the easiest thing to do.

i see these people jovial & laughing and i wonder if it's real.

people can never be that happy.

truely, it's one of life's biggest scams.

so i'm writing.
and i'm rambling.
writing and rambling.

i saw a young boy today walking about 20 feet behind his mother.
carrying 2 boxes of cereal in each had.
lifting up and down.
"mom," he shouts, "i'm getting big muscles!"
"you're going to need it boy," she replies.

strength is the only happiness i know.

long awaited

I'm the type of person that will not take advice unless I'm in dire straights, and even then, I really prefer to research every option myself and pick the best one that works for me, which is funny, because really, trusting someone's life experiences is the best way to go.
I faced my problems today. Marc has been helping me face things day to day, and instead of sitting here and waiting to have anxiety attack I just picked up the phone and dealt with it, and now, with beer in hand life goes on.
I know it seems little, but yay. yay for me.