When Having a Good Memory is Bad

I am cursed with remembering ex-boyfriends' birthdays. In general, I remember people's birthdays and unfortunately that extends to ex-boyfriends. Today is one of their birthdays. Since, he emailed recently I sent a quick note wishing him a happy birthday and hopes that he celebrates and has a wonderful day.

I did this because birthdays are special to me and I believe that they should be celebrated.

But I'm an idiot because I went to check his mom's facebook page out of general curiosity (we're friends) and then clicked on his current girlfriend's page (this is when I made an idiotic move). I had been wondering whether or not they are still together and lo and behold- her profile picture is of her among all of the girl friends in my ex's life. They are definitely still together.

And I am still alone.

Then I cried for a half minute.

The Blech to Not Gonna Do It Detox

So I just wrote not even, 4 hours ago that I was going to attempt the lemon/cayenne/syrup detox/cleanse but I can't choke down the mixture.

I have tried sipping every 1-2 hours and I'm supposed to drink approximately 3 quarts and well, hell that is NOT going to happen. The smell of the stuff makes me nauseated. The Detox is off.

I have a new found respect that Beyonce choked that shit down for 14 days. I do not have the stomach for this shit.

Lemon Cayenne Blech Cleanse

In an attempt to be healthier and to cleanse my body (not to mention drop a couple of pounds for a wedding this weekend), I decided to try the Lemon Cayenne Maple Syrup/Molasses Detox that Beyonce made popular.

When Beyonce had to lose 20 pounds for her role in Dreamgirls, she publicized how great this detox went for her.

Cheers for Beyonce and so far so no bueno for Lauren in Seattle.

After looking up the detox (directions can be found here and here), I decided to try the first step; which is a sea salt enema essentially- taken orally.

You add two teaspoons of uniodized sea salt to natural spring water, mix and drink a quart of it. Yeah, that didn't happen. I could barely finish an 1/8 of the mixture without my gag reflex kicking into gear. Like practically vomitting before I get a chance to swallow the whole mixture.

And Now, I am going to try to digest my first sip of- lemon, molasses (the grade B maple syrup at the expensive mini mart by my work was approx. $20, so I went with the diabetic substitute), without cayenne pepper (they didn't have it at the store) and natural spring water- as I type . . .

Well, my gag reflex didn't pop up but it's not delicious. I'm not sure if I'll make it through one day.

My Beautiful City

I used to post these daily but that stopped for one reason or another. So now I'm going to post them again.

This one is taken at sunset (I know, I know Captain Obvs) from a great little restaurant bar by my house, Captain Black's.

Tugs at My Heart. . .

Maybe because my ex and I have exchanged emails for the first time in months, maybe it's because I have been feeling empty lately, maybe it's because I sincerely miss being in love and being loved - whatever the reason - this postcard from postsecret just tugs at my heart. I think there might be something wrong with me these days but I have no idea what it could be and reading about this sacrifice in the name of love and hope - got me completely emotional.

I just had to share.

Even if no one reads this or I am only talking to myself.