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that moment when mobile suddenly starts acting like you deleted your main blog/url
my side blogs are still there but cosmic-chrissy will probably be down for the next day or so since I have a lot to do out of the house for the next few days and since mobile is being annoying
Get to know me(me)
Name: Christa
Nickname: Christa
Star Sign: Aries (the new nasa thing can piss off)
Gender: female...?
Height: 5'6
Favorite Color: blue
Time Right Now: idk
Current Location: bed
Average Hours of Sleep: like 0
Lucky Number: 15
Last Thing I Googled: a recipe because I like food
Number Of Blankets I Sleep Under: 2 duvets
Favorite Fictional Character: im Cas trash
Favorite Book: all of them
Favorite Bands: p!atd, fob, mcr, the offspring,
Dream Job: my current one
What I’m Wearing: sweatpants, blue tank top, @the-heartcontainer‘s sweater
Random Fact: single but afraid to mingle
When did you create your blog?:like, 2011 2012 for my first tumblr
Do you have any other blogs?: yes
When did your blog reach its peak?: ‘peak’? it’s trash
What made you decide to get a tumblr?:me
Do you get asks on a daily basis?: no
Why did you choose your URL?: my original was named after my cat, but I switched due to reasons and cosmic-chrissy is just because I’m Christa and I’m cosmic trash
I tag @the-heartcontainer @listening-to-the-voices @pluralofmooselove
New URL
I was ickcat and now I’m princess-cheeto-puff
nothing else has really changed, my own posts will still be #ickcat
I am sorta sad because I really love my old url but a somewhat unsupportive family who may not take kindly to my sexuality or how liberal I am may or may not be looking for my blog, and they’ll know to check ickcat (it’s a long story)
I don’t know if/when I’m changing back to ickcat, so I guess we’ll have to wait and see
tired-of-the-clock reblogged your photo:I can see dennys from my table at IHOP.
JUST LET MY POST DIEEEE
LET IT REST IN PEACE BEFORE I GET DEATH THREATS FOR NOT WIPING SOME COFFEE OFF OF A COFFEE CUP AGAIN
Seriously, it’s time
Well, it’s January, or as I like to call it, Pre-pre-pre-pre-pre-pre-pre-pre-pre-Halloween
Now, I don’t know if this is only me but I get super pissed when people try to guilt you into reblogging posts.
You’ll be reading some post about a one of a kind penguin that might go extinct and you think “Wow, those poor lil bros” and you’re going to reblog it but then someone below has put “If you don’t reblog this, you’re an awful person and I’m judging you”
Now, this could just be me, but there is no way in hell I’m reblogging that with their ugly ass comment
This goes from ‘save the animals’ to any social justice post or anything else.
“Where are all the white feminists?” Well, we would be reblogging but the source is deactivated and we need to find a version without your bullshit
just saying
I’m starting to worry a bit because I’m the person who wants to give all my friends nice heartfelt gifts but I have no money so I’m probably just going to throw myself into the sun now
For fucks sake! Two years ago I moved to where I live now, which is fine. I love it hear and don’t plan on moving back.
About a week after my moving here, a guy, who I will call ‘Dylan’, that used to go to school with me emailed me with just the ominous ‘we need to talk’. I’d suspected that he’d liked me but he’d never said anything and I didn’t like him so I never asked or brought it up. I replied, asking what was going on and such. He didn’t reply until about 6 months later (probably a bit longer)
It was an essay about how he liked me and that he missed me and wished I hadn’t moved away so we could be together because we’re soulmates and I was the only one for him.
There is no way to react and tell ‘Dylan’ that he’s about as appealing as soggy bread, so I replied with something simple that explained that he should have told me when I still lived there, that waiting 6 months and then sending an email was not a good way to say he liked me, that there wasn’t anything that could be done at that point, etc, etc.
About seven months ago he replied with an angry ‘You should have done something because I liked you’ kind of response, and I honestly couldn’t have cared less, so I replied to Dylan, telling him that if he had feelings, it was his responsibility to act upon them and not mine because I had no idea and was not interested.
Come earlier this evening, I get an email from Dylan. He’s going to be in my area and wants my home address, my new phone number, and my time from 3-7 next friday because he has a surprise and still thinks we’re destined to be together.
What. The. Fuck?
