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Compulsive shopping can be an extremely dangerous issue and can lead to criminal acts.
Yeya
April 2012
Milan,IT.
In order to be diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder, a person's obsessiveness and intrusive thoughts must be accompanied by compulsive behavior, whether it's mental (telling yourself It'll be all right over and over again) or physical (hand-washing, straightening items).
29" by 23" Soodle/collage created using acrylics, oil pastels, markers, gel pens and puff paint. I love the girls hidden within. Professionally framed.
Any time the monorail passes by, I feel compelled to take a picture even if I know it will be garbage (I've salvaged a garbage monorail shot into one of my favorite WDW shots, so it's worth it!). This was a quick grab as we walked in front of The Seas. SSE was much brighter than the monorail because of the angle of the sun, so I had to save it in post.
Walt Disney World
Epcot
Future World
Sept 2008
I have always dreamed of being able to keep things straight, and these divided trays from target fit perfectly inside my 24 inch drawer in my new kitchen. We love to cook.
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Outlining a Theory of General Creativity . .
. . on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory ● Creativity ²
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Study of the day:
Le "jamais-vu" qui caractérise un objet déplacé et déguisé plonge dans le "déjà-vu", comme caractère du passé pur en général d'où cet objet est extrait. On ne sait pas "quand" on l'a vu ni "où" (...) ; et à la limite il n'y a que l'étrange qui soit familier, et seulement la différence qui se répète.
The "never-seen" that characterizes an object moved and hidden plunges into the "deja vu" as character of the pure past in general from where the object is extracted. We do not know "when" we have seen it or "where" (...); and ultimately only the strange is familiar, and only the difference recurs.
( Gilles Deleuze - Différence et répétition - 1968 )
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rectO-persO | E ≥ m.C² | co~errAnce | TiLt
This was what I wore to a Thanksgiving party. The party itself was utter crap but some saving graces were: some incredibly delicious chocolate chip cookies, a very nice old fella named Joe, and, of course, my outfit.
dandelion dress- a lovely surprise from the sweet and generous Milla.
sweater- made by yours truly from my own pattern.
jeans- remix'd
mocs- remix'd
oak leaf necklace- etsy
That's Lupin, our other cat. I got him from my friend Lacey almost eight years ago. He's kind of dumb and definitely weird, but funny and sweet too. He eats compulsively, so I have to carefully ration his food to keep him at a healthy weight.
... AWARD ... this award comes with a prayer/blessing: May all your obsessive-compulsive episodes be productive and well received.
This is one of those shots that sit on my computer and that I keep coming back to, unable to figure out exactly why it has a hold on me.
Having sustained its attraction so long, it makes it into my stream.
Obsessive–compulsive disorder (OCD) is a mental disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce anxiety, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing anxiety, or by a combination of such thoughts (obsessions) and behaviors (compulsions). The symptoms of this anxiety disorder include repetitive hand-washing; extensive hoarding; preoccupation with sexual or aggressive impulses, or with particular religious beliefs; aversion to odd numbers; and nervous habits, such as opening a door and closing it a certain number of times before one enters or leaves a room. These symptoms can be alienating and time-consuming, and often cause severe emotional and economic loss. The acts of those who have OCD may appear paranoid and come across to others as psychotic. However, OCD sufferers generally recognize their thoughts and subsequent actions as irrational, and they may become further distressed by this realization.
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Inspired by www.mtv.com/onair/truelife/assets/flipbook_season8/ocd/oc...
Named after and dedicated to a friend's sister.
Only 12 seconds long, so i didn't add music. :)
hahah, you can see the writing on my wrist + the mysterious cut that's on my arm and i don't know why...
I'm under a little bit of stress, so after making yesterdays muffins and lamb, and saturdays mountain of chive crepes, today I decided to make... more muffins!
I took the recipe from the same blog I found the one from yesterday, but I wouldn't change a bit in this one - muffins with olives and feta cheese
375 g flour
2 tsp baking powder
250 ml milk (it's better when the milk isn't directly from the fridge, on the other hand it's funny to observe what happens to the butter if it is ; ) )
2 eggs
125 g butter, melted and chilled
180 g feta cheese, cut in small pieces
100 g olives, cut in small pieces
2 tsp herbes de Provence
1/2 tsp salt
pepper
combine all the dry ingredients in one bowl, and all the wet ones in another, then quickly mix together
bake for 20 minutes in 180-200°C
enjoy
I’m a perfectionist. I’m kind of obsessive compulsive in a way, but I’ve never been diagnosed with it. Not scarily so, but enough for it to be a very large part of how I am. I like this aspect of me, it works favorably for my career and other areas of my life I think.
The reason I even bring this up is because I’ve been staring at this Day 101 photo on and off since I posted it. I do that when I am trying to think of something to write about. When it comes to me, the words just flow out and I’m good to go. So I’m staring at it and something is just bugging me. It’s not the colors or anything I did with it, I actually love that. But here is the dealio, this photo needs to be slightly rotated to the right. It’s off tilt by maybe 5 degrees or so. That kind of shit will drive me CRAZY. I need to have every little last detail worked out on my photos before I consider them “done”.
I’m the same way with my music that I keep digitally on my computer. I own upwards of 60-70 gigs of music. For those of you who don’t know a gig from a meg from a byte to a bite, 70gigs of music is a lot, like over 1500 albums. I don’t have individual random songs, only full albums, like a real physical music collection. Each album has a 1-5 star rating, is grouped by month attained, has an album cover, and is also sortable by genre and sub genre within that genre. And I’m talking every single album on there.
I’m the same way with how I organize my finances. I keep all my financial records in my computer. I group each purchase from a car payment to buying a diet Pepsi by category and sub category. I do this for debit purchases and cash purchases. For example, I love being able to pull reports of how much I am spending money on “Food / Dining Out” from month to month, checking out patterns. Or maybe check out how much I received in gift money from a certain person last year for shits and giggles. Or maybe check out how much money I spent on going out to bars for the 1st quarter of 2009.
What’s funny is I am not the neatest person when it comes to my house or my desk. I have shit strewn everywhere. I throw all my stuff in boxes and call it good. I put all my bills and other undesired papers on top of my monitor or pile on top of my dresser. I leave them there for months and then it’ll drive me INSANE. So I’ll spend a Saturday morning organizing the whole mess in files and electronically logging each thing in some spreadsheet I have saved on my computer.
Don’t even get me started on spreadsheets, I heart spreadsheets. I think I should have been a computer programmer or something because that kind of number crunching/organizing is right up my alley. I don’t think I could do it though because I would feel like such a dork answering a hot chick asking what I did for a living and responding, “I’m a computer programmer”.
Taken March 5th, 2009
Posted March 6th, 2009