tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48202338491024028782011-08-09T11:38:25.912-07:00Hello World!Dizzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118976041875394911noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820233849102402878.post-71861952848292731112010-11-11T10:27:00.000-08:002010-11-11T10:40:40.856-08:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">It's a sunny, but brisk day in the city by the bay. Most, if not all San Franciscans are layered up and putting on a good fight against the chill of the wind. Except for one, and yes, there's always that "one"...<br /><br />Short linen dress with a zebra print, open toed strappy sandals and an acid wash denim jacket...must I say more?<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820233849102402878-7186195284829273111?l=h-dizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dizzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118976041875394911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820233849102402878.post-89702949264614306662008-04-14T12:18:00.000-07:002008-04-14T15:23:28.667-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was surfing the web one day and I ran across this design blog that had these and just fell in LOVE. Sorry, I forgot which blog, but I love them and thank you.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Au9U4ejBCMQ/SAPWtwZnpeI/AAAAAAAABj4/24UZ8bfIWeY/s1600-h/1116.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 235px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Au9U4ejBCMQ/SAPWtwZnpeI/AAAAAAAABj4/24UZ8bfIWeY/s320/1116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189227277235758562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Au9U4ejBCMQ/R_ae2Lv1yzI/AAAAAAAABiw/b62QNpkLaHw/s1600-h/771.php1lDsZD.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 231px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Au9U4ejBCMQ/R_ae2Lv1yzI/AAAAAAAABiw/b62QNpkLaHw/s320/771.php1lDsZD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185506674667277106" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Au9U4ejBCMQ/R_Z_kLv1yxI/AAAAAAAABig/y2hvkKfzayo/s1600-h/789.phpcirS1w.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Au9U4ejBCMQ/R_Z_kLv1yxI/AAAAAAAABig/y2hvkKfzayo/s320/789.phpcirS1w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185472280569170706" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820233849102402878-8970294926461430666?l=h-dizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dizzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118976041875394911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820233849102402878.post-80510087359819425232008-04-10T15:41:00.000-07:002008-04-10T16:06:26.491-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I've been seeing a therapist for the past 6 months now. No, I'm not completely mental, but my freak flag flies pretty high most days...anyways, I invite TCM to one of my sessions the other day. BAD decision. I got there first and I decided to wait for him outside so we can walk in together. Like that was suppose to show the therapist. How completely happy we are. So, I see him pull up, get out of the car and as he's walking towards me. I see a bag in his hand...I ask, "what's that?" to which he replies, "a gift for D". I think to myself, WHAT? REALLY? Who brings someone else's therapist a GIFT? Who does that? From what planet did he get dropped off from?<br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820233849102402878-8051008735981942523?l=h-dizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dizzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118976041875394911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820233849102402878.post-29593010142204312402008-04-04T09:11:00.000-07:002008-04-04T15:29:29.558-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Several months ago a friend turned me onto <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/all/">the best of Craigslist</a>.</span> It's some of the funniest and saddest things I've ever read. As I'm reading these posts, I think to myself, I wish these things happened to ME! My life would be so much more interesting if I was <a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/pdx/594355434.html">giving away my </a><a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/pdx/594355434.html">BF</a> or if I was trying to <a href="http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/oma/581897835.html">communicate with the person sleeping with my partner</a>. Enjoy the read and Happy Friday!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820233849102402878-2959301014220431240?l=h-dizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dizzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118976041875394911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4820233849102402878.post-71722924790888452042008-03-27T16:20:00.000-07:002008-04-04T14:06:45.155-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >So, here I am WORLD!!! I'm ready and willing to spill my entire LIFE story, my deepest and darkest secrets to a bunch of people sitting behind desks, staring blankly into a computer monitor...Gota love all that intimacy. I guess this makes it official, I'm a BLOGGER!</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Seriously, this is my attempt to put my life's events both good and bad onto the intimate canvas we call Blogging. I'll share with you all my thoughts, actions or lack of, what I tell my therapist, my friends, my family and what I tell myself. I'll let you into my world. I just hope you find it as mundane and boring as I do.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4820233849102402878-7172292479088845204?l=h-dizzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dizzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118976041875394911noreply@blogger.com0