“Put the rabbit on the balcony before you lift” is something I have to tell myself four times a week. As mantras go, I believe it’s a far more profound and actionable insight into the human condition than “Life isn’t about waiting for storms to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain” or other such saccharine sentiment clogging up my Instagram and decorative pillows. … Continue reading #Healthlife by my bunny
I have a very, very dangerous job. At my job, there is always cake. The world of advertising, in which I work, simply put, is : Client has money, and wants to spend some of it on ad space. People who own ad space (media owners) want the client to spend the money on their ad space. Client hires a media agency (me) to pick … Continue reading Less cake. More steak/ Laughing at salad.
“Plans this weekend?” Booooooooo, Wendy! Boooooo! 😦 Making ‘plans.’ Doing ‘stuff.’ Just ‘getting out there!’ and ‘living-life-laugh-crying-emoji!!!’ Are all things I’d mostly prefer to really not if it’s an option. I already have to do ‘stuff’ all week, like wear pants outside of the house because I have job. Like a grownup. My weekends are for nothing. Really, really dedicated nothing. Professional-level nothing. I’ve spent so much money on video … Continue reading Becoming an urbane jerk/ fat-shaming my bunny rabbit