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My good friend Traneka Davis still needs a bone marrow match. Spread the word and check out this video for more details!

#swabfortraneka

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8 berries for $1.25? You insult me, Starbucks. (Not enough stop salivating for your $5 sugar lattes).

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Today is my parents’ 39th anniversary. My mom sent me this pic of her on their wedding day. I don’t know why she looks so pissed considering how sweet of a deal she got. (My dad is awesome and pays all the bill$, to boot). They are both fantastic humans and doubly awesome for being so good to me. Happy happy, Pink and D!

Today is my parents’ 39th anniversary. My mom sent me this pic of her on their wedding day. I don’t know why she looks so pissed considering how sweet of a deal she got. (My dad is awesome and pays all the bill$, to boot). They are both fantastic humans and doubly awesome for being so good to me. Happy happy, Pink and D!

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Newest Homeo & Juliet w/ @CitizenKeane and of course @JasonRomaine!

Touring comedian, LA comic favorite and delightful Irishman Patrick Keane came to El Cerrito Studios to bring some much needed straight male energy to the ‘cast and talk about his comedy journey. Listen and tell your pals. We are also on Stitcher and iTunes!

http://www.stitcher.com/podcast/homeo-juliet

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I have been abstaining from alcohol for several months in an attempt to get healthier, happier and more productive. All of those intended results are occurring but the trade off is my new found status as a full-blown sugar addict. Last week I did something exceptionally abhorrent in the name of this new addiction. I ate Lucky Charms cereal for breakfast, and sometimes a late night snack, almost every day. I’ll be 31 years old in less than a month! This behavior might be acceptable if I was A. illiterate, B. 5 years old and living with illiterate parents in a trailer or C. The CEO of General Mills, hell bent on talking the talk AND walking the walk with all my products. I am none of these things – just really, really addicted to sweet stuff right now. Lucky Charms are horrible for you. I’ve known this for many, many years because, again, I can read. They are magically delicious because they are magically concocted in a lab. I was just suddenly struck with a craving for them that wouldn’t subside. Here is photographic evidence of my wrongdoing:

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The real kicker is, I paired that shit with cow’s milk. I haven’t bought or consumed cow’s milk in years. It was labeled organic but no doubt still laden with puss and hormones we’re not meant to ingest as humans. It just seemed criminal to pair this children’s dessert cereal with anything else. It’s all gone. My refrigerator is free and clear of dairy milk with the exception of half and half because somehow that doesn’t disgust me because I consume like one or two tablespoons a day in coffee. Oh wait, and Ben and Jerry’s. That’s always in my freezer. I love milkshakes too. And the occasional skim latte. Alright, I completely lied about the not drinking cow’s milk. I think I should clear that up right here and now.

I am hoping my publicly admitted weakness will inspire your strength. I am deeply ashamed and promise this week I’m back on Kashi with unsweetened almond milk and strawberries. Luckily (PUN, AS ALWAYS, MOTHER-F’ING INTENDED), I am no longer living with an insatiable thirst for processed “whole grain” dried bread and hardened “marshmallows” drenched in another mammal’s breast milk. This is a victory but my pack of sour gummy worms a day habit isn’t being kicked any time soon.

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The Pimple That Changed My Life: A Case for Going Makeup Free

I stumbled across this piece recently and really, really loved it. Growing up with a southern grandmother who would not leave the house without makeup, a southern mother who won’t ask for directions without it and a southern sister who worked at a makeup counter for years bringing samples home by the truckload (southern ladies like their eyeliner, y’all), I have always felt like makeup is a straight-up NECESSITY, along the lines of clean water and food.  I have this engrained sense of never being truly presentable or professional without wearing, at a minimum, foundation, powder, mascara and lip gloss/stick/something.

And I know many women agree with me, men always claim they prefer a woman without makeup but the second they see you bare-faced, you usually get a, “Whoa, somebody’s tired!” kind of reaction. In fact, I’ve had a comedian with whom I worked for an extended period of time on the road, not recognize me at LAX because I was wearing glasses and no makeup. Truth be told, I welcomed an excuse to not have to converse while boarding a 6AM flight.  Is that awful? It is, isn’t it? I should have grabbed his arm and said, “Hey man, it’s Mary Patterson Broome, your delightful feature act from INSERT MIDWEST TOWN HERE, you probably couldn’t place me in my glasses with no makeup…” But instead I sat anonymoustly in the row in front of him the entire flight. «sigh» That’s another topic for another blog: fear of small talk.

I’m not saying I don’t enjoy makeup. Sephora is an actual turn-on, pants- tinglin,’ happy place for me. Also, I have fair skin and hair so I think it helps bring out my features, but I don’t enjoy feeling like I HAVE to wear it to be complete. So this lady’s perspective was really thought-provoking and I’m starting to adopt some makeup free days myself. Sometimes your skin’s just got to breathe and you’ve just got to come to terms with the acne your parents swore you’d never have after 18. (I’m still mad at them).