Things are getting stale....
...So, I am pretty much getting tried of being fat. I am really ready for a new 'look'- and the work that must be put into it. I just realized that there is so much more flexibility in the way of what you can wear when you arent gigantor. Ok, so maybe I am not THAT big, I can accept that, but I am certainly not the svelt chick I'd like to be. Health is a concern too. I just feel ick nasty inside from not eating right lately. One thing that may make this difficult, though is time, in that I found a place to live....
....THAT'S RIGHT my nucka's! The Rude Girl has found herself a place to squat. It's a great effin' space. An entire basement which includes:
-Studio Space (FINALLY I can get some art out of my head and onto a surface!)
-A living area separate from
-A bedroom WITH a door
-A half bath (yeah, I'll have to shre a shower with two other semi clean chicks, but hey, i'm down, it's whatever)
-Private enterance
and the best part, kiddies? It's only $275 US dollars per month! That's right, all that for the scum off of the bottom of my shoe, pretty much. I have got all of these fucking great ideas. In fact, I think I just decided THIS is how I shall shred the poundage- take the food money and put it towards decorative shit and art supplies!!!! All I will need is an 8 ball'o the white schtuff and some vitamin C and I will be on my way, on my way, I Tell you!!!!
JUST KIDDING! Not my gig, I DO prefer it the natural way, drug free, clarity of thought. But either way, totally stoked about this move. Feels right, from every over analyzed angle.
Other than that, my dog is back. That's right, no one could stay away from the schmoogie-man too long. We are putting him in doggie daycare (and ironically, as I used to work at one) during the day, and that way he'll be chill through the night. I love that dog so much. He's a really good guy.
Everything else seems to be good. In fact, everything seems to be eerily good. I am, as per usual, waiting for the bottom to drop out. I am wating for the flood gates of doom (well, when are flood gates really ever considered to be a great thing, either way, it's either too much of a good thing, too much goodness to handle, or it's a shit ton of shit you don't want to deal with at all....never positive connotation, never...) to fly open and the shit to just pile up on top of my head. Just waiting- and I hate feeling like this. Why the fuck can I not just relax and take the good with the bad? WHY do I wait for the poo to hit the fan? I just don't understand why I have got to put myself under seige all of the time and never take any R&R......Intersting fact about the Ruca: Hasn't had a vacation in about six years. Not a one. I mena, does this make me a spoiled brat? Am I, in turn, not satisfied with anything? I mean, that can't be it, becasue it's not like I want MORE. It's not like I don't recognize that things are going swell for me. Jesus, sometimes, I just don't get me. Eternal question- will I ever?
See, promised you guys a lengthy journal! I come through, don't I? It may take a while, as a lot of this shit is calculated, vamped and revamped all before going tothe press, but either way, I know the people who care read this, and I appriciate it. I appriciate your thoughts and time, folks!
As for the music, I have been all over the place with my taste. Getting into Josh Homme's (Lead Singer, Queens of the Stone Age) side project, Eagles of Death Metal. Also, got really into Bullets and Octane and even Reggie and the full effect, even though I am not a fan of the lead singer/keyboardists original, but now on the outs, band The Get up Kids
to pop punk, says the Ruca!
Other than that, I got's nothing, ya'll. I am tired, and as homo as this sounds, I need to go rinse a facial off of my face-piece, fools! Either way, Keep thine eyes peeled for some pics here soon!
Hugs'n'Thugs, bitches!
...So, I am pretty much getting tried of being fat. I am really ready for a new 'look'- and the work that must be put into it. I just realized that there is so much more flexibility in the way of what you can wear when you arent gigantor. Ok, so maybe I am not THAT big, I can accept that, but I am certainly not the svelt chick I'd like to be. Health is a concern too. I just feel ick nasty inside from not eating right lately. One thing that may make this difficult, though is time, in that I found a place to live....
....THAT'S RIGHT my nucka's! The Rude Girl has found herself a place to squat. It's a great effin' space. An entire basement which includes:
-Studio Space (FINALLY I can get some art out of my head and onto a surface!)
-A living area separate from
-A bedroom WITH a door
-A half bath (yeah, I'll have to shre a shower with two other semi clean chicks, but hey, i'm down, it's whatever)
-Private enterance
and the best part, kiddies? It's only $275 US dollars per month! That's right, all that for the scum off of the bottom of my shoe, pretty much. I have got all of these fucking great ideas. In fact, I think I just decided THIS is how I shall shred the poundage- take the food money and put it towards decorative shit and art supplies!!!! All I will need is an 8 ball'o the white schtuff and some vitamin C and I will be on my way, on my way, I Tell you!!!!
JUST KIDDING! Not my gig, I DO prefer it the natural way, drug free, clarity of thought. But either way, totally stoked about this move. Feels right, from every over analyzed angle.
Other than that, my dog is back. That's right, no one could stay away from the schmoogie-man too long. We are putting him in doggie daycare (and ironically, as I used to work at one) during the day, and that way he'll be chill through the night. I love that dog so much. He's a really good guy.
Everything else seems to be good. In fact, everything seems to be eerily good. I am, as per usual, waiting for the bottom to drop out. I am wating for the flood gates of doom (well, when are flood gates really ever considered to be a great thing, either way, it's either too much of a good thing, too much goodness to handle, or it's a shit ton of shit you don't want to deal with at all....never positive connotation, never...) to fly open and the shit to just pile up on top of my head. Just waiting- and I hate feeling like this. Why the fuck can I not just relax and take the good with the bad? WHY do I wait for the poo to hit the fan? I just don't understand why I have got to put myself under seige all of the time and never take any R&R......Intersting fact about the Ruca: Hasn't had a vacation in about six years. Not a one. I mena, does this make me a spoiled brat? Am I, in turn, not satisfied with anything? I mean, that can't be it, becasue it's not like I want MORE. It's not like I don't recognize that things are going swell for me. Jesus, sometimes, I just don't get me. Eternal question- will I ever?
See, promised you guys a lengthy journal! I come through, don't I? It may take a while, as a lot of this shit is calculated, vamped and revamped all before going tothe press, but either way, I know the people who care read this, and I appriciate it. I appriciate your thoughts and time, folks!
As for the music, I have been all over the place with my taste. Getting into Josh Homme's (Lead Singer, Queens of the Stone Age) side project, Eagles of Death Metal. Also, got really into Bullets and Octane and even Reggie and the full effect, even though I am not a fan of the lead singer/keyboardists original, but now on the outs, band The Get up Kids
to pop punk, says the Ruca!
Other than that, I got's nothing, ya'll. I am tired, and as homo as this sounds, I need to go rinse a facial off of my face-piece, fools! Either way, Keep thine eyes peeled for some pics here soon!
Hugs'n'Thugs, bitches!
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fairyjochen:
midfuckepiphany:
hey, sorry about last night. after we talked i was looking at what i needed to do and i figured i really needed to be on europe time today so i crashed at like 7. (i failed miserably in my plan, so now i don't know what i'm gonna friggin do. plus one of the interviews i absolutely have to get is in sydney australia - 14 hours ahead. ugh. i don't know how i'm going to do this. deadline is middle of next week and i don't have shit done ...