Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Chris Does This LOL



Baby Huey







Little man Huey. He's six weeks old. We picked him up on Saturday. The boy named him after Huey in Boondocks; he's a revolutionary. He's wicked adventurous and he has the longest kitty legs and the biggest kitty feet. He's too cute and has the meow of a tiny bell. 

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

New Soul - Yael Naim

I'm a new soul I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

See I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la

This is a happy end
Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away

I'm a new soul I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

New soul... (la, la, la, la,...)
In this very strange world...
 Every possible mistake
Possible mistake
Every possible mistake
Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The less-than-daily 'how-do-I-feel' gif...

Well, to put it plainly...






Zech;

If you’re really going to fucking stalk me (because honestly, dude, that’s what it is, no one knows about this damned blog but me) then there are a few things that you need to hear.

My sexual business is none of yours. Quit asking my friends shit, quit cyber-stalking me, and quit drawing your own conclusions. Not that I’m doing any “whoring around” as you so delicately put it, but if I was, why is it anyone else’s business but mine? Who gives a fuck what I do in my spare time? You? WHY?

Why on EARTH would you think you have any right to my body?

I tried to tell you in a nice way that this was NOT happening if you continued to be a weirdo, but you didn’t fucking listen. Sure you’d go a week without texting me, but the amount of texts I received saying you were talking about me is overwhelming.

I like lists, so I’ll make you a couple, how’s that sound?

Things I Like About Zech
  1. Likes video games (that’s all I really know about you, Zech, I wish I could have gotten to know you before you decided what I should do with my life)
Things I Don’t Like About Zech
  1. Does not communicate well (that is, I hear everything about what’s going on with “us” from other people)
  2. Very jealous (if you’re this jealous and we aren’t even really talking, how on earth would you be if we were dating? Just saying.
  3. Rude (you told me I was stupid ten, count them, ten times for staying with my ex as long as I did, and you didn’t even hint at it, just straight up, “no srsly how fucking stupid do you have to be to stay with a douchebag that long?”)
  4. Controlling (do you really need to know if I’m sleeping with someone? Who are you sleeping with, Zech? FYI, I already know the answer)
  5. Needy (seriously, I haven’t seen my own mother since Thanksgiving, Saturday will be the first time I’ve seen Red and Ashley in a month, Paige only gets to see me when she’s playing taxi, and Brandon, whom I live with, sees me a total of ten minutes a day spread over morning before I leave for class and evening after I get off work before I go to bed. Sorry, man, but if you were a little more patient, and less pushy about getting back into a relationship then I would have tried harder to make time for you. Sorry, but my best friends are just more important)
Just so you know, I decided I was done talking to you as soon as you posted shit on Facebook.

I hate you, Zech.

Strong words from a stupid wuss, I’m sure, but I’m done dealing with situations that I don’t like. I’m done dealing with people I don’t like. I’m done dealing with people that expect way too fucking much from me.

You made my break-up harder on me than it should have been by repeatedly calling me stupid, remember that? I didn’t consider it stupidity, FYI, it’s called loyalty, and I am SO over letting people walk on me, especially people like you.

Right now at this very moment you’re making my best friends in the world question what’s going on in my life when I tell them EVERYTHING. It’s been hard enough building those friendships back up after the five years of lying that I did to hide the abuse I was going through.

So basically, leave me alone. Stop looking up my blogs, stop looking through my Facebook, stop asking my friends about me, lose the phone number, and fuck yourself. Because I’m done. Fuck you.

P.S. I didn’t hit this point until the Facebook post. Laundry excuse? Yet again, was telling you the truth but you had to be a drama queen about it and now look where we are. I had asked my boss for Friday and Sunday off in exchange for working Saturday so I could hang out with on Friday. But I don’t deal with that drama shit, and I especially don’t rearrange my schedules for Nazis.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Updates?

It's official, I'm...


...everything seems new to me.


...and you know what?


Might post journal doodles later this week. Maybe.

<3

Monday, January 30, 2012

Do you know what I miss about cocaine?



YES

BEST DAY EVER

My day started as the best day ever. I set my alarm for 7, so I got to snooze it until 8. Micro-naps, woo! Then, When I had a shower I ran out of shampoo and conditioner at the same time, so next shower I get to use both of the new ones, woo! Paige brought me breakfast, coffee, and smokes. I had my first day of class in Sociology, and my teacher's name is Valiant. She's South African and has the most awesome accent ever. I get paid tonight (bye bye move-in costs, hello groceries and maybe even furniture). And guess what? The day isn't over yet!

Friday, January 27, 2012

So...


...after yesterday's crazy debacle I've been feeling ill...


...especially with some of the things that jerk-face said. Some of them were so awful anytime I think about it I'm still like...


...and I'm still pissed about everything so much so that I keep having these little daydreams...


I passed my lit class with the lowest C known to man (71.40%) but I'm still like...


Haven't eaten in two days. Should probably worry about that. Really not though. Anytime someone has been like, "Hey, you okay?" I'm like...


Also, just for fun, here's Frank Sinatra's mugshot.



Thursday, January 26, 2012

It's taking...


...all of my will not to send you a text or call you to tell you all of the lies you told me that I am just now finding out about.

[EDIT] I guess I'm weak willed. You fuck. [/EDIT]

Deadgirl?


Are you one of my readers?

'Cause you know what's cool as hell?

I don't have anyone telling me I'm not allowed to talk to you anymore.


<3

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

It's kinda like...



LOL

Anyway, so I'm totally broke right now for at least another week so I've been really nervous.


Also, too, after being bugged about it I finally got a tumblr, and I love it, okay. I'm the ass who didn't want one, and now I'm an addict, and I was wrong. Same story as freaking StumbleUpon, it happened again, history repeats itself, etc. Sorry. The tumblr still doesn't have a name because I'm not sure who it is yet... Also still only using a template. Will craft some HTML and CSS madness soon.



Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Monday, January 23, 2012

Sunday, January 22, 2012

So lately...


...every ten minutes I've been like...


...and I've lost like five more pounds, so I've been like...


..until I walk past a mirror.


I feel like I look awful when I mention that I've lost weight, so for the most part I try not to say anything...


All the while, my mind wanders...


I love this. :D

Friday, January 20, 2012

So this morning my alarm went off...


...and I was like...


...so now at work I'm like...


...so I got coffee, and I thought I'd be like...


...but what actually happened is...


...and now I'm basically waiting for it to be time to go home...


...and my mind keeps wandering...


...and yes, I'm still on the whole .gif thing because...


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The daily 'how-do-I-feel' gif...

Well, things are going pretty well right now.


How well?


Hm. ;D


...and this one is just for fun...


Like a boss. XD

Monday, January 16, 2012

Foundations - Kate Nash




Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"

Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.

My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause I am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My fingertips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.

Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.

My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.

"How'd the move go?"


Nailed it.