Love Begins
Kaledo Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Stranger Things
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@wreck-onciliation
Dream Time
I had the weirdest dream last night. I was drving my truck and my dad was in the back cleaning my car because i wouldnt. He found my personal notes and was making fun of me. I was crying and cussing him out and saying, "This is exactly why i want to move out!" It was super depressing. Subliminal messages are real.
AAAAAHHHH!!
Being stressed out is so emotionally draining. There are just so mayn things i have to do and think about that i dont really know where to start first. I have to figure out what im going to do to afford to live on my own without asking help from my parents because i think that it would beat the purpose of moving out if i still have to ask them for help. Knowing my parents they would tell me that i shouldnt have moved out i i couldnt afford it. I am terrified of moving out, honestly, because i have lived in my quaint little room for almost fifteen years. Now, im giving it up to move into an apartment with girls that have no problem paying rent and get financial help from their parents. I'm scared that something will go wrong and i wont be able to afford it. How the fuck am i gonna pull this one off?? Cant i just have some of Daniel Tosh's stash?? UGGHHHHHHHH i want to scream!
Not all those who wander are lost
Acts of Love, do not need repayment.
My Oopsies
This past month i got a speeding ticket on my way home from seeing my old high school gal pal. The price of my ticket isnt cheap however this wont be a problem for me to afford...until i add everything up. I currently still live at home with my parents until august. The ticket just came in yesterday and my parents hid this from me because they "didn't have the heart to tell" me. Getting speeding tickets arent that big of a deal, you pay the fine and go to traffic school. Easy and expensive. My parents were giving me what i call, "The Funeral" Face. If you have ever been to a funeral, you'd know exactly what i'm referring to. My father patted me on the back and my mother kept calling it an "Oopies". I should tell you that i am 21, i have a degree, two jobs, and i am moving out...i got a speeding ticket and my parents try to protect me from a fine that I have to pay...not them. They put a hand on my shoulder and keep repeating, "This is for your Oopsies." and "Don't do the crime, if you cant pay the fine."
I would have much rathered them just give me the ticket, rather than opening my mail themselves and having this nonsense happen. I am trying to be an adult and my parents still treat me like im five and i threw sand in someones eyes. Yes, we learn from our mistakes, but seriously parents...have some respect for your daughter's privacy, pretend that she is an adult, and leave it alone so that she can deal with it. Repeatition of words that were made up by Barney is never the appropriate way to handle a speeding ticket that you dont have to worry about paying. You have two other children that will make plenty of "oopsies" in their life, so go and focus on them. They are the ones that need your hand on their shoulders. Not me.
Muse Wanted
Trying to write at least one blog everyday is kind of difficult and this is only day two! Let's hope i can find some inspiration to blog about anything, even about how i cant think of anything to blog...
Once more...with feeling
I guess you could say I'm numb to the whole thing. Seeing him again after all that was said, forcing each other to move on.
Idk why i was the way i was, maybe it was the tidal waves of emotion or the fact that he had someone new, someone that i had thought would for sure have moved right past him. At the same time i had a feeling that my prediction would turn out to be wrong. One can only hope, right?
He was the same as i had left him six months ago, faded and thin. Not the kind of thin that makes someone say, "My! You look wonderful!". It was more like, "Good god...how much crack have you been smoking??" I cant say i was surprised, i wasnt even sure why i acted so obnoxious. My nerves tend to get the best of me. I have always felt that if i just keep talking the situation will get better. Turns out most of the time i say something stupid, embarrassing, or just flat out inappropriate.
Note to Self: Abortion jokes are never a good idea...
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My Very First Blog Post
Let's hope I'm doing this right...
Numbers define my life; my age, my years of experience, time, so on and so fourth. Numbers seem to only incline and matter less as we grow older. Even though I am quite young, I have managed to get a significant amount of wisdom under my belt. People doubt me...hell...i doubt me, but i have discovered that humans seem to underestimate themselves and i think it keeps us humble.
People are always trying to "find" themselves. Its like a right of passage for us. They say once you "find" yourself, you will be truly happy. Let's all hope that is true because frankly, i am tired of waiting for my happiness to come and sweep me off my feet.
With that being said...welcome to my epic quest of self discovery.
