I know I just wrote yesterday and it was a boring, whiny bitch rant.
This one will be a little better, I promise.
Everyone that I trust keeps telling me to just go for the mohawk, to do what feels right and will make me happy. I know I should, so I'm going to actually sit down (not like I'm not always sitting on my ass anyways) and write out exactly why I want it and address the whole job thing and send it off to my parents. When I was younger, this was how I always communicated big, often problematic issues with my parents, because they would never interupt me and I wouldn't be sitting there bawling while I tried to explain (this is how I told my parents I was depressed and how I told them that I had chosen to be a Wiccan, this is also how I talked to my father about his infidelity). I know I should be mature enough to just flat out tell them and do it....but that's hard for me, especially in the midst of a depression spell and after hearing my father's harsh words.
I feel like I should be hibernating, since I rarely leave the apartment in the daylight anyways. I've been reading the Stephanie Plum series. including the between-the-numbers novels. I think they should make a show or at least a movie out of her adventures, they're just goddamn hilarious. I think after I've read through all 16 numbers and I think the 4 in-betweens, I will go in search of one of my favorite smut series Immortals After dark, by Kresley Cole.
This morning was pretty damn fun. Corey and I slept like locusts under ground (yes, I finally fell asleep at about the same time he did and slept the whole night through). We woke up at quarter to 11, dragged our asses out of bed anf decided on a breakfast of grilled cheese and thresher shark steak. NOM NOM NOM
I gotta say, they're kind of cute with their big eyes, but they taste DELICIOUS
here's breakfast:
Corey...has a thing for photobombing my every snap shot. It was seriously delicious though.
While I was waiting for my internet to stop being STUPID I dug back into my starbuck ice cream. It too, is amazingly delicious.
I look like shit, but here's me last night digging in
aww I love that tshirt, my daddy has had it pretty much my whole life and it got passed to me as a comfort when I had to go into the hospital for ovarian cysts.
Silly Cadavre keeps adding to her wishlist....though I'm not sure why I do.
I'm going to continue reading and my 90's cartoon-a-thon. Hooray for Angry Beavers, Aaah! Real Monsters and of course, Invader Zim.
mmmmmm...carmel...delicious
Any ideas for making money are greatly welcomed, as is advice on the hair and parent situation
This one will be a little better, I promise.
Everyone that I trust keeps telling me to just go for the mohawk, to do what feels right and will make me happy. I know I should, so I'm going to actually sit down (not like I'm not always sitting on my ass anyways) and write out exactly why I want it and address the whole job thing and send it off to my parents. When I was younger, this was how I always communicated big, often problematic issues with my parents, because they would never interupt me and I wouldn't be sitting there bawling while I tried to explain (this is how I told my parents I was depressed and how I told them that I had chosen to be a Wiccan, this is also how I talked to my father about his infidelity). I know I should be mature enough to just flat out tell them and do it....but that's hard for me, especially in the midst of a depression spell and after hearing my father's harsh words.
I feel like I should be hibernating, since I rarely leave the apartment in the daylight anyways. I've been reading the Stephanie Plum series. including the between-the-numbers novels. I think they should make a show or at least a movie out of her adventures, they're just goddamn hilarious. I think after I've read through all 16 numbers and I think the 4 in-betweens, I will go in search of one of my favorite smut series Immortals After dark, by Kresley Cole.
This morning was pretty damn fun. Corey and I slept like locusts under ground (yes, I finally fell asleep at about the same time he did and slept the whole night through). We woke up at quarter to 11, dragged our asses out of bed anf decided on a breakfast of grilled cheese and thresher shark steak. NOM NOM NOM
I gotta say, they're kind of cute with their big eyes, but they taste DELICIOUS
here's breakfast:
Corey...has a thing for photobombing my every snap shot. It was seriously delicious though.
While I was waiting for my internet to stop being STUPID I dug back into my starbuck ice cream. It too, is amazingly delicious.
I look like shit, but here's me last night digging in
aww I love that tshirt, my daddy has had it pretty much my whole life and it got passed to me as a comfort when I had to go into the hospital for ovarian cysts.
Silly Cadavre keeps adding to her wishlist....though I'm not sure why I do.
I'm going to continue reading and my 90's cartoon-a-thon. Hooray for Angry Beavers, Aaah! Real Monsters and of course, Invader Zim.
mmmmmm...carmel...delicious
Any ideas for making money are greatly welcomed, as is advice on the hair and parent situation
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remod66:
still not back on-line but borrowed a computer to wish you the best!!!
phucko:
those pics are just examples of the occasional semi-anti-fuktosis syndrome.