so I ended up not laying around so much, I'm sure I'll pay for it later. 
Instead I played DDR and walked the dogs.
my dogs kick ass, they're my best buds. malone is such a spoiled little priss, I adore her! everytime I try to punish her she just looks at me like "you've got to be kidding." she's such a twat. and psymon is the biggest baby, he's so curious and innocent, and he doesn't know how to kiss, so instead he lunges at you and bites at your lips. he's my little monster. So anyways...that was my rant about my dogs. people think I'm insane because whenever I'm out I'm always wanting to go back home to be with them. There's nothing better than laying in bed with the two cutest dogs in the world. period! bitches!
I did however enjoy the time I got today just to lay around in my acdc little boy knickers and boybeater. I got to thinking about a lot of things. I've been in a really odd mood the last few days. it just seems that nothing is going right. I went to the doctor for a consultation about my nose job ( i'm getting it done because it's been broken 6 times and I constantly have horrible nose bleeds.) so I get there, and they don't accept my insurance. So I call 14 more plastic/reconstructive surgeons in my area and NO ONE accepts my insurance! fuckers!
I'm blowing up, I'm punching things, I'm crying, not because of the fucking doctors not taking my insurance. not because I have cancer, not because I can't have kids.( not that I wanted anything to do with that jazz, but hey! the option would still fucking be nice.) And not because I haven't been happy in so long. none of that mattered to me. mind you, all these things were going through my head while i WAS crying, I thought about each and everyone of these things, but the truth was, none of that was getting me down. My dad's leaving my mom, AGAIN. that wasn't getting me down. I have no money, so what? big deal. I have a photoshoot on wed, and i'm feeling rather gross, that kinda bothered me, but not enough to make me cry. I have a tsunami relief thing I have to go to because I was the model on the flyers for it, it kinda stresses me out that my week is so busy, but i'll manage. I think I was crying because I'm just tired, just worn down. Bored with life. nothing to do. no one to hold me down and calm me. But I'll be moving to portland this summer. This will be a good thing. A new chapter in my life. I can't wait to live in a city where I can actually walk around and drink tea and just watch people. A city where there's actually things to do and be seen. oklahoma can kiss my ass.
and now I must go eat burritos.
xoxo
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Instead I played DDR and walked the dogs.
my dogs kick ass, they're my best buds. malone is such a spoiled little priss, I adore her! everytime I try to punish her she just looks at me like "you've got to be kidding." she's such a twat. and psymon is the biggest baby, he's so curious and innocent, and he doesn't know how to kiss, so instead he lunges at you and bites at your lips. he's my little monster. So anyways...that was my rant about my dogs. people think I'm insane because whenever I'm out I'm always wanting to go back home to be with them. There's nothing better than laying in bed with the two cutest dogs in the world. period! bitches!
I did however enjoy the time I got today just to lay around in my acdc little boy knickers and boybeater. I got to thinking about a lot of things. I've been in a really odd mood the last few days. it just seems that nothing is going right. I went to the doctor for a consultation about my nose job ( i'm getting it done because it's been broken 6 times and I constantly have horrible nose bleeds.) so I get there, and they don't accept my insurance. So I call 14 more plastic/reconstructive surgeons in my area and NO ONE accepts my insurance! fuckers!
I'm blowing up, I'm punching things, I'm crying, not because of the fucking doctors not taking my insurance. not because I have cancer, not because I can't have kids.( not that I wanted anything to do with that jazz, but hey! the option would still fucking be nice.) And not because I haven't been happy in so long. none of that mattered to me. mind you, all these things were going through my head while i WAS crying, I thought about each and everyone of these things, but the truth was, none of that was getting me down. My dad's leaving my mom, AGAIN. that wasn't getting me down. I have no money, so what? big deal. I have a photoshoot on wed, and i'm feeling rather gross, that kinda bothered me, but not enough to make me cry. I have a tsunami relief thing I have to go to because I was the model on the flyers for it, it kinda stresses me out that my week is so busy, but i'll manage. I think I was crying because I'm just tired, just worn down. Bored with life. nothing to do. no one to hold me down and calm me. But I'll be moving to portland this summer. This will be a good thing. A new chapter in my life. I can't wait to live in a city where I can actually walk around and drink tea and just watch people. A city where there's actually things to do and be seen. oklahoma can kiss my ass.
and now I must go eat burritos.
xoxo
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its really important to change your perspective i think.
hope things go better for you in portland.
when's the move?