Reasons I'll Need Therapy


How I Would Do BlogHer Differently Next Year


* Start using a new moisturizer three days before the conference. I hate you Mario Badescu Bee Pollen Night Cream! Why are you continuing to make me break out like a teenage boy? (Come back to me, Mario Badescu Seaweed Night Cream! All is forgiven! You don't actually smell that funny after all, I swear!)

* Talk about crack whores in my panel. Do I never learn?

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Peaks And Valleys

I don't know why it always takes me such a long time to realize it---or why it's such a huge surprise to me every single time---but when I'm going to the gym regularly, I just feel a whole lot better about things.  I sleep better, I work harder,  I worry less. My body morphs from something that frequently irritates and disappoints and surprises me into something strong and proud, something capable of speed and agility and momentum. My mind is clearer, my skin is clearer, and sure, it doesn't hurt that my pants fit a little better too. 

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Come On, I Bet You Guys Were All In That Program For Gifted Kids When You Were Younger

I'm having trouble coming up with a tag line for the new design of my site. There's some lovely real estate up on the header just waiting to be filled with something witty and pithy and fun, but man, all I do at my regular job is think of lines that are witty and pithy and fun, and by the time it comes around to being creative OFF THE CLOCK, my head is as empty as Paris Hilton's....uh....head, I guess. I was trying to go for something a little cleverer there---Paris Hilton's bed? Nope, that won't work, certainly not---but exactly, there you go, you see what I mean?

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She Moves In Mysterious Ways

I have this really weird injury. I'm not sure how I got it, although I can only assume it was a by-product of the bicep curls I was doing at the gym yesterday afternoon---remembered pants! Remembered a shirt! Should get a medal!---but it's really, really painful. No, really painful. It feels like carpal tunnel syndrome, but in my…hmm, I'm not even sure how to describe this part of my anatomy, come to think of it. Picture your elbow. Then picture the other side of your elbow, you know, on the inside of your arm. The opposite of your elbow, if you like. The anti-elbow!

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