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Reflections on Pickle Sex Among Other Things...

I'm feeling sort of introspective today and felt like writing stuff out. Here are my reflections on certain shiz:

On boredom...
- Boredom is an illusion. If you're bored, make something up on the spot that's interesting to you.

For example, the other day at work, I had no work to do and I was feeling very bored. I'd caught up on all the blogs for the day, and spent some extensive time playing around with Google Analytics. Then, I looked at my coffee mug. The milk froth was all crusty on the inside of the mug, so I thought it'd be fun to scratch designs into the dried crusty froth residue. This kept me entertained for about one minute. While not very long, it made for one minute less of boredom in my workday.

Another way to cure boredom at work: chew loudly and drink your coffee with a straw while making sucking sounds. This will also get you attention if you're craving some. I've learned that I much prefer to work with others in a group, so I recommend this for times when you're stuck in a cubicle.

Lastly, to fight workplace boredom, it's always fun to arrange your desk supplies (or food, see below for a picture of sexy pickles) into sexy poses.

I call this one, "Pickles Making Luuuurve".

On love...
- I have yet to feel completely loved, safe and secure in any relationship outside of that with my - now dead, r.i.p. Honey - dog, and God.

- Vulnerability sucks the big one.

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New Items Listed! Free Shipping Dec 3-5!

Happy Friday! This week has gone by uber quick. I've been working on making new pieces, and today, am tackling some Google Analytics for the store. But aside from that, there are NEW ITEMS listed on my Etsy shop, and FREE SHIPPING on all purchases today through Sunday!

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!

Sometimes I have to battle with my craft. Lately, I've been a battlin' and battlin' hard to push through the crafter's block I've been experiencing. I wonder if this is how a baby feels when it's being born? You have to squeeze your way through this tight, dark, elastic-y tunnel and fight to take your first breath in the outside world. Or maybe like the mother? I've felt like a mother lately, I just want to give birth (not real live birth, you know, figuratively speaking of course), to birth out the creations in my mind, manifest my passion into pieces of sparkly eye-candy you can hang around your neck, off your ears and on your wrists. BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Gotta keep pushing and I wanna make it. I WILL DO this!

Are we not our own worst obstacle? Yes, I think we are.