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New day, new attitude

"Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward." -Kurt Vonnegut

This is my dorky REAL laughing smile. It's ridiculous!!!! HAHAHA


Hey boob! What's up?



ALRIGHT! I got some stuff to say (which you may find bland or boring, in which case, skip ahead to pictures) and then it's gotta be all random sauce pictures and shit, ok?

I've been thinking a lot lately about the direction my life is going in. I mean, I'm unemployed, I don't go to school (because I don't have the patience for it)... Sometimes I feel like I have NOTHING to offer to this world and it really gets me down. And my parents keep pushing me to go back to the corporate world and I just --do not-- have it in me anymore.

I worked in real estate/mortgage industry for 4 years. I wore my fuckin pencil skirts and button ups and heels and hair up and perfect every. goddam. day. Don't get me wrong, at the time I liked it. Well, lemme take that back. Like is a strong word. I tolerated it. I was even content. My salary was... I know it's not proper to tell, but I don't give a shit. Cuz it's kinda pertinent to the story. I was making $70,000 a year. Yeah. At fucking 20 years old, with no college education what?! I was the baller cuz my friends were all in school and they only worked part time jobs and I'd be like, "Girls! Let's go to San Fran for the weekend, on me!" Ahhh.... the good old days. I was saving to buy a house.

All the money I had saved (roughly $55,000) was depleted by all sorts of mistakes i made along the way that involved an awful ex of mine who used to beat on me and all kinds of other bullshit that I don't even want to get into right now. but... ANYWAYS, it was gone by the time I was 22 because of that asshole. I escaped finally and met my "one" featured here:

So, back on the track to saving for a house when I was 22 and still working in mortgages. UNFoRTUNATELY, that's right about when the market said "FUCK YOU ALL!" and I've been out of a job for 9 months now. Also, me and the sexy beast above are separated but sort of slowiy starting to date again.

But here's my thing. Once I was done with working in that arena, I learned that that isn't me. I am not the put on a happy face and primp myself to perfection and work on million dollar accounts that if I made ONE LITTLE mistake, I could fuck up big time. The stress, the being fake at all the fucking office events, the running back and forth from the fax machine to my desk in 4 inch heels, the serious handshaking and head nodding and BLEH!

Now that I have the freedom to be ME and do whatever the fuck I want with my hair and my body and wear what I want.... I refuse to go back to that world. Full time anyway. I sit at my step dad's office from time to time, but like I said, I sit for 2 hours and play solitaire! I can't do it. I just can't.

So, I'm at this crossroad with my parents right now which I think is the majority of my stress. I'm soooo close to my family, but they keep pressuring me to send my resume here and there and everywhere corporate. I told them I sent resumes that I truly didn't. LOL.

I am hoping that I get tis job at the tat shop because it would just take such a load off (haha! load!) and I could be me. And I like me.

NOW....

Look! My monster used to be soooo tinyyyy

I saw this at Safeway:

LOL ok, true story: I was looking through all my pictures that I took at the zoo like years ago. And I was talking to my friend Melissa on the phone. She was in the middle of some absurdly boring story and I came across the picture below. I interrupted her and asked "What do you think it's like to be a giraffe?" She was silent for a second and then she asked, "Are you high?" and I replied, "Not high enough to justify why I asked that question." I thought it was funny... lol

Ewwww..... let's make fun of how round I used to be!!!! (me with Yard Dog Road Show. Look em up, they're amazing)

Always yellin, this kid:

My buddy Devyn trippin on acid still after the Tool concert, swimming at like 2am. I think he looks like Jesus here.

I wouldn't get out of bed, so he made it over me.

TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL

The coolest fort ever!

Absent Minded Klothing

Rock an roll bitchezzzz


Alright, I'm done. I'm gonna try to have a good day today.
xoxo Peach