Blind ramblings of a Komakozee

Professional napper. Self declared Baconist. Science Fiction enthusiast. Manga reader. Nintendo 64 owner. Food lover. Coffee hater. Border line hermit. Enjoy!

[komakozee]

Hey Tumblr, 

It's been a wile my friend... I apologize for not keeping up with you and your dashboard.

[monarobot]

[laughingsquid]

Pokemayans, Pokémon Illustrated in the Style of Mayan Art

[laughingsquid]

Superhero Tan Lines

[komakozee]

Yessss!

[thewhatever]

[believeitornah]

50 Shades of Grain

Porn Flakes

[mangakasoldier]

Special D

[lacigreen]

Reeses Muffs

[chillinwitcarbon]

Fruity Nipples

[thefuuuucomics]

Cheeri(h)o(e)s

[fallforwatsonmoved-blog]

[theshells]

I can’t stop laughing at Harry running the fuck away, the boy who lived ladies and gentlemen.

[lunapics]

….You realize, of course, that Hermione Granger lit a teacher on fire when she was eleven, and kept a person alive in a jar for a year when she was fourteen, and studies dark and forbidden magics for kicks, and is one of the brightest and strongest witches of her era. If she came at me, even wandless, I would aparate to Neptune to get away from her.

[lightspeedsound]

Hermione Granger also: 

punched Draco Malfoy in the nose for being an idiot 

purposefully performed a confundus charm on whatshsface WHILE HE WAS FLYING just so Ron would win (omfg that is so fucking dangerous) 

literally pulled a fucking Bourne Identity on her parents and managed to set them up in fucking Australia (jesus christ she literally made it so that she NEVER EXISTED wtf that’s so fucking 007)

Convinced the Ministry of Magic to give her an incredibly dangerous and volatile device that allowed her to ALTER TIMELINES COMPLETELY (just because she was so smart, literally, that is the reason, her “potential”) 

Has enough basic survival skills and badass magic to literally disappear to the middle of nowhere and flourish AND figure out Voldemort’s plot with Harry 

Hermione also figures out not only what Voldemort’s plan is, but generally how to beat it, WAY BEFORE VOLDEMORT EVER DOES. Why? because she is just that much smarter and better at magic than everybody else

in conclusion: Voldemort wishes he could be as awesome as Hermione, that’s why he wants to kill her so bad. 

[kingjrific]

[visitmehigh-blog]

[brattiest-b-deactivated20150616]

omg they are so offended if you lick them back. 

[komakozee]

dying lol

[komakozee]

Have you ever had a tarot card reading?

I'm not exactly the type of person who believes wholly in what some stranger has to say about my life, however I do believe strangers can offer insights on life that I have been otherwise blind to. 

I have a friend who reads tarot cards and I find her readings helpful. I'm not sure if it's just because she knows me so well and I subconsciously use the excuse of a tarot reading.  I feel that I am provided good feedback and further insight on current life issues. Regardless of if I believe in it or not, her advice helps. Each reading results in deeper exploration of recent events and emotions, therefore allowing me to sort out my life in a more effective manner. 

Today, I received a very brief tarot reading and once again I've come across the same problem. I repel all forms of relationships that involve any sort of longterm emotional investment. Keeping friends or boyfriends has never been my strong suit. My problem is that I view most relationships as disposable. In my mind everyone always moves on and no real bonds are lasting. I have left and have been left enough times that the idea of relationships repels me. I would much rather be alone than hurt. 

It's not to say that I don't have any lasting relationships in my life, because of course I have my family which is quite large, and a few select friendships since high school. I hold these relationships very dear to my heart and they mean the world to me. These people don't let me walk away from them, they keep me in their lives no matter what. 

Because I view other relationships  as disposable, I therefore view myself as disposable. Yes, I understand how incredibly insecure that is. I am unsure how to categorize  this type of insecurity  because in general I am confident and comfortable with who I am. My insecurities lie in "who I am to others". I don't have faith that people will stick around. If there has been bumps in the road and no attempt has been made to fix them, I start thinking it's because the effort isn't worth it.  So if I'm not worth the effort, why should I stick around? It's a brief summary of how my brain processes these experiences, but you get the gist of it.

So in the end what am I left with? A good knowledge base of why I am the way I am. I suppose the real question is to ask what I am going to do with this knowledge. Should I simply be happy that I am aware of it and carry on as I was, or should I take this knowledge and use it to help improve and create more lasting relationships. Is it really part of life to get hurt, is it really all worth while, when is it enough?

[komakozee]

The Dragon Lady: Most are doomed to have at least one in their career

Yes, that's right. I'm referring to the one lady in your professional career that makes work life a nuisance. Always snooping in your business at work. Constantly questioning what you're doing. Making you second guess all of your work, therefore making you're time at work counterproductive since you spend half your time worrying that things have been done correctly.  

If you have not already guessed, I indeed happen to have one of these lovely ladies in my workplace and she is a plague on my productivity. Despite her obvious hostile manner towards me, I do my best to make work enjoyable to get along with this broad. I'm soon to be counting down the days when my term is ended and I never have to see her again.

Allow me to paint a picture in your mind of this lady; she is in her mid 40's, has been divorced twice and is currently working on her third husband, she obviously takes pride in her appearance with a darkly died bob, plenty of makeup, and all the brand name clothing you can think of. She is not a small lady by all means and father time hasn't exactly been her friend these past years, regardless of this she is still a  decently looking woman. 

Her appearance most certainly sounds pleasant enough however the moment she opens her mouth you soon come to realize that she is quite self involved and hasn't much else to talk about unless it's to of course make me aware of yet another mistake she is having to fix for me. There has been a time or two when I have just finished talking with a coworker she turns around and rolls her eyes as if I am a petulant child. This lady even has the nerve to do online shopping during officer hours whilst complaining that I use my cell phone during coffee break. I have half a mind to take her fancy leather high heels and shove them right up her ass. I'll leave off here on this rant, if I continue anymore I will become no less petty than she is.  

How many dragon ladies have you come across in your life?

[sassysluteverforever]

What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?

For The Men Who Still Don’t Get It, Carol Diehl  (via razzaroniii)

Soo I'm not a hardcore feminist, but this great. Read it!

[komakozee]

Today my dog bit my toe... I briefly debated making her into slippers, which inspired this sketch.  

She's actually a decent dog and I'm quite glad I adopted her. My dog's name is November, she is around 9 months. Her age is a guesstimation, since I found her outside my house. She's a mutt that I ended up saving from the early winter cold. Keep in mind that when I say "mutt", I mean it in the most fondest way. My friend Morgan and I have come up with a slew of nicknames, the most commonly used name is "stinky bitch". I'm pretty sure I use rude nicknames to ward off any assumptions that I'm a crazy dog lady even tho I think November is the cutest thing on this planet. 

[komakozee]

Today my coworkers decided to pick up a hitch-hiker. These are just a few of the expressions that happend to cross my face throughout the ordeal.

I believe there should be a certain etiquette when picking up a hitchhiker. I can't imagine what it would specifically entail since this would be my first time being part of a group who feels it's "ok" to give strangers a ride. You can clearly tell from my face that I was not happy with this decision(cue facial expression #1). Evidently this lady was from Germany and has been basically freeloading off of people/friends for the past 15 years, traveling between the States and Canada, leaving one place for the other once her visa expired (cue face #2). She then had the nerve to tell us (after we said yes) that she has a dog with her. So this filthy mutt gets into the CVA and jumps on the seats, making a mess of our government vehicle (cue face #3). Oh and guess who get's to sit beside this hippie traveling freeloader, that's right, me (cue face #4). So at this point I've decided It's too late to say anything and maintain a healthy silence and deal with my feelings of disgruntlement (cue face #5). 

[komakozee]

Today's Reflections: Finding a place to start

Some days I find life confusing. I look around and I see so many people living their lives in such different yet similar ways. Seeing everyone around living their lives, really makes me self reflect. When do you find out who you are? How do you decide what to do and why is there such an emphasis on rushing to find a career? More and more I've been asking myself these questions.

I suppose in a way, I already know the answers. I know who I am within the experiences life has given me and I'm eager to be presented with new ones. I rush to find a career because the things I hope to have in life involve an education that will allow me to live a desired lifestyle. The trouble with finding a career is finding the right one. The career that I want for a lifetime. 

I feel as though finding a career that you love is linked to finding out who you are. When you know your skills and assets you can more accurately find a career that is a suitable match. I've spent the last two years working and obtaining some of the defining moments of life. I know I am ready for university however,  finding the degree I want is another thing. I'm the type of person who constantly is looking forward to new things that are positive and are "feel good". I enjoy being happy and it is my number one goal in life to maintain that happiness. 

So where does that leave me? I suppose it brings forth the reason I am ready for university. I believe that attending classes and learning new things will further broaden my horizon and allow me to further discover my strengths and weaknesses. Life has only presented me with a small fraction of the experiences it has to offer. There are still many lessons to be learned, both in and out of class. 

This is where I'll leave my thoughts, with an open mind and open heart. Pouring out my ideas to the mass media and slowly making my footprint on life. Wish me luck.

[rosegolddigger]

A haiku about Mario Kart

Are you kidding me Who the fuck threw that red shell I will fuck you up

[komakozee]

An Ache to Transpire

Pretty much a "woe is me" poem from way back, when I thought I could be creative and all "Allan Poe" like lol. Yes I am aware how very far off the comparison is. Regardless, please let me humour your senses:

Oh sweet sorrow, How I become thee. Why have I not embraced Your tender frigid limbs?  The tender limbs of insanity.  Why have I not kissed Your sweet trembling lips? The sweet lips of death. You come to those who wait, Yet insanity comes to many. Throw away the heart. Throw away the desire. Let the void of nothingness, Consume and transpire.

[komakozee]

Breakfast at AROMA- Radisson Hotel, Saskatoon SK #food #frechtoast #breakfast

[laughingsquid]

TEA.Tanic, A Sinking Titanic Tea Bag Holder

[komakozee]

Dope

[insanelygaming]

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