Science just validated my navel-gazing.

Check it out, y'all, I'm not even a narcissist. This blog is for SCIENCE.

Via Inc.com: The Mental Health Benefits of Writing, Backed by Science:

That's actually how the page started, as ersatz breakup therapy -- I thought I could just write my way sane. As it turns out, I needed REAL therapy, but am still a filthy whore for those red "like" notifications, and it definitely helps, so I kept it up. Along with a private journal. And a Twitter. And a new blog where I work clean so I can put it on my résumé.

Don't judge me. "I just have a lot of feelings."

Move along, Family, nothing to see here...

One of the worst things about having my whole family on my personal Facebook is that, in the past 24 hours, at least one of them has likely seen me "like" four different wineries, the Philly chapter of a suicide prevention organization, multiple rape counseling centers, and a national association for depression and mood disorders.

Um...it's research?

Honestly, I just want to tour the wineries; I'm doing a 5K to support the suicide prevention group because I think it's an important cause; I'm looking for a job at the counseling centers; and...well, I'm a depraved bastard who's interested in mood disorders. *shrug* Y'all raised me.

Eventually someone will pay me to tell that story...

It sucks seeing a Social Media Specialist job I want to apply for, requiring experience with Wordpress and asking for samples. 'Cause... I HAVE the experience. Wordpress is my bitch. But it's not like I can send them that post about a guy from OkCupid wanting to take out his fake teeth and go down on me.

I should start another blog and call it Working Clean. :)

(This is also my problem with local blogger meet-ups. "Hi, I write publicly about my vagina. Let's connect professionally.")

I hope it's cool that you'll have be naked for your interview.

Another on office attraction...

Um, no, YOU'RE taking a former coworker's LinkedIn post looking for a new job as an opportunity to lure him and his giant hands into your office, OR just to give him your phone number.

Shut up.

I met him at my last job, shook his hand, and immediately wanted to have sex with him. He's literally the only person I've known on sight I wanted to sleep with -- normally it starts with, "I can work with your face and body" and gets more/less intense with conversation. This guy, I don't even care if he has a personality, as long as those hands do things to me.

This may or may not be influenced by the fact that my libido has been on absolute CRACK for the past 5 days. I think I need an actual person, one with weight, so he can, um...get the job done correctly. Silicone's just not working for me anymore. 

I don't THINK he's married, but it's been about 18 months since I've seen him, so who knows. He has my number now, though, so he can do with it, and me, whatever he wants.