RANDOM CRAP THAT FILLS MY HEAD

THINKING

Sometimes when I’m feeling particularly low energy and I choose to indulge my procrastination tendencies, I think. A lot. About important stuff. Meaningless stuff. All right, it’s mostly meaningless stuff. This is some of the meaningless stuff I thought about this week:

How do women in relationships maintain their sexiness throughout winter? I live in SouthernWarm socks California and I still complain about the winters being too cold for me. For anyone reading who thought I might be remotely sexy because I like to watch porn, I’m going to annihilate that image right now. Do you want to know what I wear to bed when I’m cold? FLEECE! And lots of it. Fleece bottoms (with ridiculous patterns on them like black cats or the character, Animal from Sesame Street), a fleece top, some kind of fleece thingy over that, and of course, socks. It all stays on while I sleep under a sheet, a down comforter, and 2 fleece blankets. Now granted, I’m single with only the diva Chihuahua sharing my bed, but as my friend’s husband stated last night, “No man can see a woman’s beauty through layers of fleece.”

WTF is Tumblr and Reddit? Is it important? Do I need it? Is it even worth my time to Google them? Do I even have the brain cells necessary, or rather, the brain capacity to keep up with changing technology for the rest of my life? It already isn’t looking good.

How do you get the toilet bowl to smell nice without using that toxic blue crap that I’m convinced will ultimately poison all the fish in the ocean?

What’s up with all these bogus rules as you get older? I just read that women over 35 shouldn’t wear powder anymore because it settles in the lines and wrinkles. You know what else we’re not supposed to wear? Sequins, miniskirts, the color grey, bright nail polish, leather pants, and words plastered on our asses. I hate rules. It makes me want to purposely break them, and the older I get the more defiant I become. So don’t be surprised if you see me on the street wearing too tight black leather pants with the words “Hot Mama” on my butt cheeks, a grey sequined top,  blood red acrylic fingernails, and spike heels.

And for the men over 35? Don’t think you’re exempt. It said: No wearing tight jeans, baseballs caps, cargo pants, “band” T-shirts, or 21 year olds on your arm. Just sayin’…

Tattoo ladyHow many tattoos will I have when I die? I got a new tattoo 2 weeks ago. I’ve since had a dream I was getting another tattoo. I can hear my mom screaming, “Noooo!” as she’s reading this. Hey, it’s either another tattoo or another cat. And I’m already feeding 5. Tattoos are addicting. I’m not quite sure why. But I find they’re quite effective at hiding physical imperfections. When I showed the tattoo artist where I wanted my tattoo, I hiked up my dress, pointed to the back of my thigh and told him he needed to put it wherever there was cellulite.

Writing, like child rearing is getting harder as life goes on, despite EVERYONE telling me they get easier with time. (Lies, all lies.) Does ANYTHING get easier as one gets older? I Googled “What gets easier as we age?” Of course, there’s the usual crap written by women about how once you hit your 40s and beyond, life gets easier because you’re more confident, secure, sex gets better, blah, blah. As far as I’m concerned, sex only gets better if you’ve been doing it wrong all these years and some gracious partner finally shows you the light—or the G-spot, as the case may be. You’re more secure, unless you’ve just been cleaned out by your vindictive ex-wife and are now forced to rent a room in a house and share a bathroom. You’re more confident if you’ve finally taken your doctor’s advice and filled that prescription of Xanax he prescribed you some time ago when you complained about how your social anxiety was preventing you from leaving the house. Even bowel movements get harder as one gets older. Thank you, Google.

Is there a Sicilian curse on the women in my family? My Italian grandmother, who had only everThe Sicilian been with one man remained single from her early 60s on after my grandfather died. My mother has been single since her mid 40s, and I have been single now for 10 years. Although in my case, that may have more to do with the over-abundance of fleece in my life more than anything else.

Why do I have the sudden urge to start an annual tradition of throwing an Ugliest Christmas Sweater Party? I hate parties and I hate ugly sweaters, but together? For some inexplicable reason, I think it would be pure magic.

Ugly sweaters

Would I be able to overlook a man’s emotional insensitivity if he were a certified massage therapist? Yes, I believe I can. Any man who would be willing to give me a decent back massage every night would be able to slide on a lot of things. Hell, he wouldn’t even have to know how to spell. He’d simply have to know how to get through the fleece.

What meaningless crap fills your head?

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Damien
    Nov 14, 2013 @ 01:09:15

    Oh my. So much to write. In the first place, I am 39 and I don’t break any of the mentioned fashion no-nos for men my age. In the second place, she’s 22. I am half-Sicilian and will tell you that as long as you don’t have a mustache, then you are ahead of the 40+ women in my family. Also, fleece can be removed, you know…your sexiness remains.

    As for what I think about – I have a head so full of clutter that we’d have to take out a blog just to list it. I wonder if I’m going to shrink, if my dick is going to stop working eventually, if the hair on my ears is cute like my gf says or if she secretly shudders – and then I shave them. I wonder why things on my body hurt after I run, and while it’s normal that my knees might ache, why do my elbows hurt? I can’t believe who in this world gets to get books published and who doesn’t.

    I am now tired.

    Reply

    • Tiffany N. York
      Nov 14, 2013 @ 21:05:42

      I’m going to gloss over the fact that I could have housed your gf in my uterus. As for the Sicilian curse thing, I plan on eventually breaking it, even though I do the all-black thing and evil eye really well. However, the fleece is here to stay.

      Yes, you will shrink, your dick will probably not stop working as long as you keep it in use (though there are pills for that if it does!), if your gf is still sleeping with you then she still thinks you’re cute, your elbows hurt because they’re getting old, or there’s too much moisture in the air, or a build-up of lactic acid or yeast in them, and finally, I’ve come to the conclusion it’s all about fucking luck when it comes to publishing.

      See how exhausting it is to be us?

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  2. menopausalmother
    Nov 15, 2013 @ 20:42:03

    I definitely like breaking the rules when it comes to the age thing. I love sequins, I ALWAYS wear bright nail polish and for gawdsakes I have tricolored hair. Pffft! Age is but a number. Funny post!

    Reply

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