September 14, 2011


Did I ever tell you how, a couple of months ago, I realized that I'd never broken a single bone in my body? Not only that, but did I tell you how shockingly ANGRY that realization made me feel? (Furious! Livid! Absolutely seething!) Not because I had any desire to actually break my bones, but because I was missing out on the kind of life experiences that cause broken bones -- and I was missing out on them for all the wrong reasons.

It made me want to jump from a high place, crash my bike, try skiing for the first time. It made me want to drive to Mexico in a borrowed car without any money. Go to a party with a hundred people I don't know. Drink too much, dance on tabletops. Get my lip pierced on a dare. It made me want to do things I've never done before.

It made me want to be reckless.

My current mantra, via


  1. I triple-dog dare you to pierce your lip and tattoo your wrist. DO IT, DO IT!!!!

  2. And, that's how I ended up with a tattoo on my foot, arm, a bar in my ear, my nose pierced..TWICE (a hoop on one side, a stud on the other side...because if i had followed my heart I woulda gotten a hoop INSTEAD of the stud the first time. But he said it hurt more and was not as easy to hide and I was scared. So, now I have a double pierced I have another tattoo planned for my birthday weekend-so it's 3 weeks away. I hope you go for it!!!!!

  3. HAHAAHA. My spam word I had to type in the box was bones. hahahah.