Stuffed Animals [Dork Lifestyle]

Truth be told, I love stuffed animals. I have had them since I was small, and I have always loved them more than dolls. I used to have a bunch of them at the foot of my bed when I was little, but my favorites were always in the bed with me, so I could hug them at night. I still like to do this, so here I will tell you about them. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Is this unusual? I sure hope not. If you liked this post, please do us the further boon of Liking the Fierce and Nerdy page on FaceBook. Also, we’re giving great stream on Twitter, so do give us...

I Lie in Bed [Single White Nerd]

I lie in bed. I’ve been lying in bed.  I keep lying in bed. I’m not particularly enjoying lying in bed.  I’d like to get out of bed.  I know that if I get out of bed and do 50 jumping jacks, I’ll feel better.  It really wouldn’t take much.  Just swing my legs over the side of the bed.  That’s it.  Easy. I lie in bed.  I’m nestled against clean laundry.  It smells nice. I really should get out of bed.  There’s so much to do.  There’s that thing I want to finish and that other thing that I have to get done.  I can clean the kitchen, go for a walk, call a friend.  I think about all of the Things I Have to Do.  My chest starts to tighten. Experience tells me that 50 jumping jacks plus 30 push ups will loosen my chest.  That writing a list of the Things will keep the anxiety at bay.  That a cup of tea will center me.  All I have to do–and really, it will take less than 30 seconds–is get out of bed. I lie in bed.  My phone buzzes.  A text message.  I ignore it.  I’m very busy.  So much to do.  No time for texting. Outside, traffic whizzes by.  Cars driven by people who have successfully gotten out of bed.  If they can do it, why can’t I?  My legs work.  I flex my feet just to make sure.  I try to trick myself into getting out of bed. Self, I say, if you don’t get out of bed by the count of three, the world will explode. One. Two. Two and half. I lie in bed. I just want to get up.  God, I hate that I’m not able...

What I love… [Frankie Says…]

Frankie Says… TRY IT. In the spirit of love and all that crap, I’ll give you a snapshot list of all the things I love in my life right now: I love warm LA days in February. I love my new apartment. I love making eggs with sautéed kale or spinach in the morning and eating it standing up in my kitchen. I love seeing my name in print – one of the many perks of getting published and the biggest rush when you flip to that page. I love Sunday dinners with my family. I love my mom. I love my hair – (I’m blessed with great hair, what can I say?) I love looking at the books on my shelf that I have no time to read. I love checking things off my to-do list. I love boys. I love being confident in being single. I love Starbucks Valentine’s cup (however, I do not love Starbucks.) I love sitting in coffee shops and writing. I love people watching in coffee shops, too. I love new music – anything different and non-mainstream. I love my bed. I love scarves. I love greaser boys – their outfits make me smile. I love finding a new great watering hole and sitting at the bar alone. I love going to the movies alone, and I love that my older sister cries because she thinks it’s so sad that I go to the movies alone. I love movies. I love making movies. I love film festivals. I love dressing up. I love buying new dresses, even if they sit in my closet for months unworn. I love shopping online for shoes, putting them in my basket, and then clicking out of the page. I love making fun...