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Brain Dump No. 5?

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Fernando Vicente. Love him.

The numbers are arbitrary. Also I can’t count. So! Some sweeping brain trash for this sunny? snowy? apocalyptic? (it’s still dark outside… our future is a beautiful mystery) Thursday!

On love. Here are all the reasons I keep falling in love with baristas:

They have all the coffee. Readers, I don’t drink espresso by the 60 ml shot like a chic Euro lady. I guzzle iced coffee by the Big Gulp like the ugly American that I am. Need that hit!

In my daily life, I seem to meet a lot of baristas and bartenders and NO OTHER BOYS. And when I’m in the midst of bartenders, I’m generally too preoccupied falling in love with everyone else in the room to bother with them. #whiskeyme #whyaminotintheserviceindustry #ohrightcuzofcreepslikeme

I think barista-men are contractually obligated to NOT have ZZ top beards. Despite my Intelligentsia-junkie status, I would turn my nose up at stringy facial hair in my soy latte, much like I turn my nose up at otherwise attractive men with 3 foot long chin frizzies. It must be a Logan Square thing. And if I can wear harem pants and furry sweaters, dude can be a lady repeller. That is justice, whether I like it or not.

On money. Oh hello. I am a poor little yuppie. Please never listen to my advice on budgeting/saving/responsible financial practices. Read this article, in which I am quoted as saying “What is a budget?” You can however heed my counsel on being fabulously penniless.

Find a fabulously penniless role model. Mine is toridotgov.com. Girl is always sparkly and always fly and always repping some incredible sequined schmatta from Village Discount, perfectly beat up chucks and a threadbare plaid shirt that Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love probs swaddled Francis Bean in. Tori makes it look cool to have no money… or to spend that money on craft cocktails and cabs to and from the various glamorous corners of one’s life. Might as well get comfy with your fiscal status, G.

Twitter contests! Look, if non-profit work has taught me anything, it’s that events are big business. If someone is throwing an event, they want people to come. Ideally, they want people to buy tickets – but if it looks like there will be an embarrassing number of bodies present, they want your broke ass there. If there’s an event you want to go to, you can probably get in for free. I bet you know someone who knows someone who’s involved: ask if you can volunteer. And almost every event has a parallel social media contest where you can score free tickets by retweeting a concert venue’s tweet or posting a Facebook comment re: how much you love cat fashion shows. Or whatever. Be resourceful, young grasshopper!

On health. That’s all I have time for this morning because I’m going to go run. Bullet point victory!

Thoughts, gf? What are you up to this weekend? Wanna hook me up with your barista bud, knowing full well that I have ulterior motives?

XOXO,
Rose

Author: twitchysister

Hey you! Rosieglowwellness.com is largely devoted to musings on what balance means to an urbane, artsy-fartsy twenty-something. It’s tough out here for us post-grad women: if you’re not homeless, you’re doing something right. But do you, too, worry that you spend too much time furrowing your brows over your future when you should be unwrapping and relishing your present? Do you, like me, sometimes feel like everyone expects you to be the type of person who spends the majority of her entry-level “arts” paycheck on fifteen dollar old-timey cocktails, four a.m. cab rides home and everything sequined on the Urban Outfitters sale rack when, perhaps, you are really the type of person who would rather drink cucumber mint kale juice while wearing yoga pants and Googling reiki techniques? Is it possible that such a person is one and the same, and she is fabulous in her own, very confused right? Sister girl, I hear you. I know you. I accept you. I also know in my happy gut, full heart and coffee-addled brain that you and I are gorgeous glow worms, just as we are! We are sparkle ponies of light and love and we are still in the process of teasing out our true, authentic selves with all of this… living. So if you don’t have it figured out, if you acknowledge that you never will and that is tremendously exciting, if you want to connect with other smart chicks and tap into that charming inner-self of yours, then come back real soon, ya hear? We’re family now!

4 thoughts on “Brain Dump No. 5?

  1. Girl,

    It was so good to see you last night – felt glam to be in the booth drinking cheap dranks and being fabulous women together. Also, I volunteered at the Chicago Humanities Fest, and saw 1) a free magic show at the MCA (80 mins. long, $20 value), 2) an artist lecture on DNA or genes or something (idk), 3) another artist lecture on drugs and collage, 4) Rick Bayless speak at length about Mexico and “meat rubbing”.

    Volunteering is the way to go when you want to go to an event. I am not kidding.

    XOXO

  2. Girl,

    Ditto! And yes to volunteering! Just signed on to be a volunteer at the Comfort Station and everyone should do it with me. I’m working an event next Wednesday and I’m a Gallery sitter fo’ lyfe!

  3. On being poor: I just try to remember “I have benefits; I have benefits.”

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