Nevergirl’s

Have you heard of the German word Kummerspeck? Literally, it means grief bacon or excess weight gained from emotional overeating. I’m not sure how this applies to my life at this point but I’d have to agree that emotions do indeed up the speed and frequency of my chow. When I’m saddest, I eat the most — a bad thing for my waistline, yes, but a very good thing for my happiness meter. Now where were we philadelphia pa jobs? (This has got to be the laziest sneak-in ever. Forgive.)

Because it’s a Saturday and I’m feeling mopey, let’s do another love list.

Short, red nails. My fingernails are ridiculous. They’re all tiny and curvy and hopelessly square. They also break off quickly which rules out long, tapered fingernails that look oh so vampy but are a bitch to keep. Also, I’m clumsy, clumsy, clumsy and usually end up scratching myself. This makes short red nails the only quick fix for days when I need to appear put together (and have to hide the fact that I chew on my nails much like Alex chews hers).

Giant handbags. I’ll have you know I know I don’t need to take my desk with me wherever I go. But well, that’s what I end up doing anyway. I don’t know. Perhaps secretly, I believe the world would end while I’m out doing the grocery and my handbag would have to tide me over til the end of the apocalypse. And no, a tuxedo shirt isn’t part of the bric-a-brac you’d find in my carryall.

I know giant handbags are bad for my shoulders and back, but I bring along so many things it’s either I suffer a giant bag or cart along a little red wagon.

Kindness. Holding doors open for others, saying kindness when you can and keeping mum when you can’t, refusing to gossip even when it’s tempting to — who doesn’t love kindnesses big and small? I love kindness that’s lasting, kindness that’s momentary, kindness that’s quiet, unassuming, inexhaustible. From now on, I resolve to be kind in any way I can. Hence, I’ll keep this post short and be kind hahaha!

It’s a Saturday. I should be out. Instead, I’m at home looking up life insurance rates. Then again, what’s new? I do that every weekend, sometimes even every day because every time I hit rock bottom, I geek out and try to feel myself better by sorting insurance figures in my head.

Numbers — I don’t like them much but they calm me. There’s a logic, an unassailable order to their progression. Empires could flounder and emperors could lose their thrones, but numbers remain steady and true. This must be why I studied Accounting in college even when all roads pointed to far more creative pursuits, such as Creative Writing (I got accepted for the CW program in U.P Mintal and for the B.S program in Romantic Languages in Radcliffe — the latter I would’av killed for but I got a partial scholarship and there’s no way that’d fund for frequent trips home every time I get terribly homesick).

But I digress. It’s a Saturday. I should go out… only, what is there to go to? Hahaha! If this loneliness does not let up, I just may put my foot down and demand that we move back to Cebu by the end of the year. It’d be an immature demand to make and this is why I’m not making it. The man NEVER denies me anything; I wouldn’t want to get what I want just because he can’t, doesn’t, and most likely never would say no to me. I believe in fair play (especially in relationships). If I must get what I want, it should be because it was given freely, because it wasn’t wrong to ask for it, because it isn’t wrong to take it. Does that make sense to you?

• French fries (loads of it!)
• soap (I hoard Dove like stores would run out of Dove for 10 years!)
• compulsive dress purchasing (I’ve enough to dress up a small barrio!)
• large earrings (how large? let’s just say that if they get any bigger, they’d need phentermine if they came in human form
• Doctor House
• horoscopes (and personality quizzes — think ‘What Kind of Bra Are You?’. YUCK!)
• getting a tan (which ends in grief, usually, because the only body part I have that’s even remotely capable of tanning is my brain)

What about you? What’s on your list?