Second star to the right, On 'til morning.

6th May 2012

Well, we moved completely after a month of slow steady hard work cleaning, just to be told that
We cannot live there because the problem with the bathroom would be a liability on their part.
So, we spent more days cleaning our now empty (because his mother moved out) but old
house. And then moved everything in one day back to our new old house, and have spent
days cleaning while we live here.

My point? I’m so fucking sick of cleaning, I just want to quietly exist here with no damn
disruptions. That’s not too much to ask for. And because of this fiasco, if this had been our
planall along, we probably could’ve worked it out so that we would keep the internet and
tv, and currently have it. And still have trash pick up. fuuuuuck lees aunt to hell where
she will probably end up anyhow because she chooses the ideas in her religion that
just happen to suit her perfectly, and because she lies anyways and pretends its the truth.
There’s like fifty other reasons, but I guess my rant is over. Oh, and fuck my employer,
they are seriously a thirty minute drive one way, and I barely work enough and get paid
every two weeks.

One more thing, it drives me insane to see pretty girls who could do so much with their
lives, throw their dignity out the window when they purposefully try to look old, and only wear clothes that show off their tits. Why would you want to look older? Yes, your fake id may work and you can drink in public, but that’s not attractive. You should savor your youth and enjoy being young without the need to look old, then slutty on top of it. Maybe its a self esteem thing, you lacked attention as a younger child, so you need to gain the attention of others by showing off what you believe to be your best asset. However, I have news, its not cute, and you have so much, like a brain. Why wouldn’t you try to use your mind, the best asset of all, and realize that behaving, looking and speaking like a slut has paid off in no way. You may receive attention, but is that genuinely what you want? To be adored because you’ll get drunk, sloppy and make bad sexual judgement, and wear clothes that appeals only in a sexual intent? Stop globbing on make up, stop frying your hair, stop buying and wearing clothes that show off everything and leave nothing to the imagination of others. Please, stop doing drugs and drinking, combined or separated, because you come across as a messy, dirty, ignorant and stupid loser of a human being. If you’re going to wear make up, don’t pile it on. Wearing tight clothes? Maybe that’s enough, you don’t have to pair lots of leg and boobs with that by buying a skimpy dress. Moderation. If you party, don’t get gross-nasty, control your amounts, know your limit, because you don’t have to be THAT girl, you can be that BETTER girl, who controls herself and presents a challenge with a personality. Its so saddening, because those girls could be so much and be respectable. I don’t understand the desire to be someone like that.

My birthday is in fourteen days, I know I won’t get much but I’m just really happy that although my mother and sister are not speaking to me, and I refuse to speak to them, that I have a very sweet, great boyfriend. And a nice house, because it could always be far worse, and food, and am constantly surrounded by who I care the most about. And not so far from me my brother, sister in law, and three nieces are always so supportive. Not only that, they don’t judge my actions and outcast me.

I think my lifes getting pretty awesome :3

17th April 2012

SO FUCKING HUNGRY

but I have been sitting on the porch for thirty minutes not even smoking a cigarette instead. WHAT DO I EVEN MAKE.

but more importantly, before eating, I have to at least wash my face. which will compell me to take a full shower. and im not ready for that atm.

12th April 2012

Charisma Joe

I feel extremely great, but not only that, very proud. My oldest niece C.J, she got into a lot of toruble for using a word at school that she didnt know the meaning of, and it’s put her with visits to The Centers. I went over and spoke with her, explained about what it’s like in there, and talked with her for about an hour and a half. I explained that I wasn’t there to yell and she shouldn’t feel in trouble with me, that I know she’s smart, and I was talking to her like an adult, because she deserves it.

She explained to me that when she gets punished at home, she feels like her mother and father don’t want her.

It absolutely broke my heart, I see SO much of myself in her, and her feelings. So, by the time I had to leave, I made sure she knew that if she ever feels lonely or unwanted, that she can call me, and though I may not be able to always come over, I will always pick up the phone when she calls me.

I feel like that made a difference to her, made her feel like she wasn’t alone in this world. I love her to bits. and when I move, and get settled, I’m wanting her to come hang out with me for a few hours, and enjoy some time with her awesome cool aunt. :)

12th April 2012

propersoundanalysis:

headfirstfor221bbakerstreet:

daysofstorm:

fuckmegentlywitha2x4:

brock-obama:

Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.

rebloggling for the exact same reasons

SOULLESS DANCE OF FUCKING DOOM

I LOVE THESE OWLS THEY’RE MY BABIES <3 8D