One of my closest friends, eterri, is facing some hardships in her life right now. She's having to rehome most of her pets, which is obviously very difficult for her to do.

Right now, one of her most difficult rehomes is her dog, Reno. Reno is a 2 year old doberman, neutered male. He's affectionate, goofy and perfectly house trained, crate trained, and great with other dogs (at least females, unsure about males).

The downside and why his rehome is so difficult: Reno has fear aggression. He hasn't drawn blood, but has left bruises. He bites when he's startled or otherwise afraid.

Terri really needs to find a home for him, very fast. She's running out of options. I do believe she's willing to drive him out of state to a new owner, there would need to be details, etc, worked out. She lives in Owensboro, Kentucky.

If you can help, comment on this post or you can email her at terri at eterri dot com and she'll give you more information! Anything at all will help - as far as leads, ideas what she could do, etc. She's running out of time and her last option will have to be euthanasia.

I also want to take a minute to thank everyone who has been patient with me lately, with anything. No matter what you've done - thank you for commenting on my posts, thank you for reading my posts, thank you for still being here for me even when I haven't been there for you. Thank you for listening to me when I'm happy, thank you for listening to me when I'm sad. Thank you for putting up with my bullshit and mood swings and my immature behavior. I know I hardly comment, I hardly talk to anyone anymore. I'm so busy, I really apologize.

But thank you for still being here.

When I'm dating someone, my self-worth is suddenly centered around them and how much attention they give me, how much praise, compliments, etc. It's horrible. I don't know why I begin questioning myself when someone else is in the picture - clearly I am good enough, or they wouldn't be there.

I'm amazed at how quickly my attitude about myself changes depending on whether I'm seeing someone or not. In two days I have regained my confidence.

But god DAMN, Alex, look in the mirror. Do you see how hot you are? Do you realize how amazing you are? You're a one-in-a-billion find.

Things I love about myself:
- My mind. I *am* smart, no matter how down I get on myself sometimes, I know I'm intelligent. I can figure most things out. I'm intuitive. I read between the lines very well, and I can read what is there plain and simple, too.
- I am talented. I don't draw much anymore, but knowing that the talent is there makes me proud. I will use it again.
- My will and determination. I have made it through a lot in my life. I know I can make it through more. I may work slow, but in the end, I will get where I'm going. No matter what.
- My taste... in everything. Seriously, guys, I have amazing taste in music and fashion. If you don't think so, go to hell. :P

- My muscles. I worked hard for them. I have strong, sexy shoulders. I love wearing tank tops, and backless shirts that show off my upper back. My legs are big, and they are strong. Looks can be deceiving - I can kick your ass.
- The soft curve from my breasts and rib cage, down to my ass. It's enticing. What more can I say?
- My legs. They are thick. But they are real. And they are mine. They take me to and fro, constantly. They are reliable. They can run. They can squat and lunge and kick your kneecaps. And they look damn good in a pair of fishnets. And they are delicious when I'm in high heels.
- My hands and feet. They're small, and dainty, and when I paint my nails, they emanate a certain femininity.
- My eyes. In fact, just my face. I am pretty. And I do love my smile - as crooked as my teeth are, they have a certain je ne sais quoi about them and I've come to love it.

These are just a few broad things. There are a million more details about myself that are attractive and alluring in many ways.

I bought new panties yesterday - fancy panties, not panties from a bag. Soft, silky skin hugging panties with lace trim. And I feel fucking amazing in them. I will never wear panties from a bag again. I stood in front of the mirror, wearing my new lingerie and took a million pictures - ranging from innocent and Facebook-worthy, to stuff I would cry if my mother saw.

In short, I am amazing.

So to anyone reading this - anyone at all. My friends, or anonymous users, anybody at all, comment and tell me what you like about yourself. Give me one mental or non-tangible and one physical thing you like about yourself. Or give me an entire damn list.

Please do NOT leave comments in my journal about problems in the community. Contact me through LJ mail (or whatever, I actually hardly use that) or use the community email address.

srsly.

(incidentally, all comments in this post will be screened, just in case for whatever goddamn reason you need to post something here...)

interval training
28mins
2x short lap
2x long lap

CRAMP. skipping cake for breakfast next time.

I know it's horrible chick-lit being made into a horrible movie, but I think all girls (and possibly guys, so you know what not to do when you're really into someone) should read He's Just Not That Into You by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo (here on Amazon).

It's seriously great and has a lot of no-brainer advice for mens' behavior that girls ignore and make excuses for all the time, and keep themselves in pointless relationships because of.

For instance, "he's just not that into you if he's not calling you", "- if he's not marrying you", "- if he's not having sex with you", and yes, even "- if he's having sex with someone else".

(No, chick-lit isn't the only genre I read. Thx. Just a majority of it. However, I cannot recommend any of the Shopaholic series. Don't waste your time.))

teh aleks: i love the raconteurs
teh aleks: they are so adorable
teh aleks: they're like the adorableness of the white stripes
teh aleks: but two guys
teh aleks: who didn't used to be married
Buoyant Armiger: o.o
teh aleks: :D
Buoyant Armiger: *miss*
teh aleks: FUCK
teh aleks: god
teh aleks: you're so dumb
teh aleks: they're singing to each other
teh aleks: this song
teh aleks: one guy sings one line and the other sings it back to him
teh aleks: oh god it's so cute
Buoyant Armiger: *0 damage*
teh aleks: WHY DOESN'T THIS SPELL HAVE ANY EFFECT ON YOU
Buoyant Armiger: I'm immune to the 'cute men' element
teh aleks: SHIT
teh aleks: THAT'S ALL I HAVE
Buoyant Armiger: that's ok, all I have is 'video game references'
Buoyant Armiger: I don't think we can hurt each other, we'll just keep going forever

Have you ever used Etsy before?

I don't know what my mom is doing, but she wants me to ask my friends to go to Etsy and tell me if they find it difficult, or easy, to use/browse, search, etc. You don't have to buy anything, just let me know what you think about their design and layout and ease of use, etcetera.

Could you do that real fast so I have some feedback to give her?

http://www.etsy.com

I am so fucking happy right now ;o;

Oh god, it's so expensive... but I don't care ;_;

I just had a cupcake disaster. Why has no one taught me how to make cupcakes? How am I supposed to know you only fill the cupcake tins 2/3 full? Logic seemed to tell me that was the case, but then I thought "how do they get it so puffy at the top, then?" and nothing told me NOT to fill it all the way up... so I did.

Then at the very bottom of the cake mix box, it says "2/3 way full for cupcakes".

FUCK. So I poured the mix out of the little cupcake cups, but they were too squishy to make it into another cup, so they ended up dumped right back into the tin cup. Then I had to squish out the rest clinging to the paper cup back into the bowl. Repeat for 12 cupcake papers.

I was so upset after that, I ate a few handfuls of raw mix. >_<; Now I'm more upset, because I could have used those handfuls to make another tray of cupcakes when these are done. Why did I not think ahead?!

If these cupcakes get stuck to my nonstick pan, I swear I'm going to hit someone with it. The pan. Not the cupcakes. Because I want to cry and eat my cupcake crumbles when they come out as failurecakes.