Yang Girly Girl

I’m not dead yet, not in the classical sense.
I would like to call it taking a respite, a sabbatical, or even a journey into retrospection.  Those are all acceptable terms and somewhat believable among whacked individuals, myself included.

I left the great regime today. I didn’t feel bad about it. I cried a little, because of my friends. They either look at you with pity, or with envy. It was my last day on the job. No more J-O-B. No more Corporate America. No more identifying […]

I like good salad bars. I don’t know if the stuff they put out there is as fresh as it looks because I’m sure by now someone has invented some sort of fabric softener that enhances the look and smell of fresh vegetables.
Speaking of fabric softeners, I bought a fabric softener called […]