my life and times. the impressionable parts. the parts that just say shit. the part that wants to break free and be someone new. the part that squees over david tennant, martin freeman, robert downey jr or misha collins. and not to forgot my lady favourites: scarlett johansson, billie piper, jennifer lawrence and holland roden. the food eater. the romantic heart. all the parts that make me a person. that make you a person, too.
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time
I don’t know what to do and I’m always in the dark
We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
Total Eclipse of the Heart, Bonnie Tyler (Faster than the Speed of Night)
… Is this a good time to admit that I love 80’s hits? I’m so glad that I grew up with siblings a decade or more older than me. I didn’t miss out on this sweetness. I love this shit - LOVE IT.
I’m gonna bake the shit outta some cupcakes. … Why do I never have any eggs?
a really neat self-realization kick. Life has changed for me a lot on the home front. I live alone and all I have to worry about are my cats. It’s pretty awesome.
It also leaves a lot of time for me to think about my life and what the fuck is going on with it. Which is work or not work. I’m hanging out with people now, a big change from when I lived at home and I find that I am doing more things that make me happy.
Anyway, I’ve been getting into makeup lately and all that jazz and I wish I would’ve known that life was gonna get better four years ago. I wasted all that time getting a degree in something I hate because other people told me too. We force people into college at to early an age.
There ain’t hardly a reason for people to settle down at 18 through 21 and decide on something so life changing. I know that some people are sure, but most of us are flying by the seat of our pants.
When we graduate high school, we are not ready to make any kind of decision and we certainly aren’t ready to realize how to be our own person. I don’t care how awesome your parents are - most of them want us to be their little kiddies until we just can’t take it any longer. Some of us fly early, some leave late and some never leave at all. Then there are those of us who decide to live life somewhere in the middle.
It’s insane.
Anyway, I have this useless degree which only helps on job applications (it has landed me jobs in fields it isn’t even for!) but I hate it. And back then, I didn’t know what I loved. I loved a single part of that degree: the artsy part.
Turns out, I fucking love artsy shit. And artsy makeup. God, if I could back in time and change things, I would stop myself and go to the fashion school or makeup school. But I didn’t, too afraid of what my mother would say - I lost out on a lot of things because of that. I know that it is partly my fault, but she holds some, too.
Geeze, this is angsty. All I really wanted to say was: Living on my own has taught me a lot and I finally understand what it means to want to know what I know now then.
I bought a cat tree from work just before I left this morning (was doing a reset) and had to drag the damn thing up three flights of stairs.
I am not sure if that is a good thing or not, but I love learning.
So, this past Sunday while my girlie-girl was dragging my ass up three flights of stairs after my birthday party (I was pretty tanked), we stopped for a moment and saw a shooting star (or properly a “fireball meteorite”) right as we looked at the sky.
It looked just as effing intense as that photo, which is from here. I’ve lived in the country most of my life, surrounded by woods and never saw anything like that. I live in a quickly growing town near a fire station, two hospitals and a police department with lots of lights and I saw it. It was too bright to be missed.
It was just swiftly falling, looking like fire in the sky. At first we thought it was a plane crashing, but there was no explosion when it disappeared. I looked it up and bam! lots of other Texans saw it, too.
We are pretty sure that it means good luck. It was pretty fantastic.
i love that no matter what day of the week it is, it’s always a special reblogging day.
… back to writing.
I’m not a socialist, I just want free soap.
Doug Bruce, The Epic Love Story of Doug and Stephen
… just realized that I live alone. So it’s totally cool to dance like a fool to club music. Also, I really do want some free soap. Shit’s expensive. Geeze.
| Me: | Hey, Kitsa. Wanna play? |
|---|---|
| Kitsa: | No. Wanna meow. |
| Me: | I'll open the balcony door. |
| Kitsa: | Imma climb the shit outta the screen. |
| Me: | Fine, door closed. |
| Kitsa: | MEREOW! MEREOW. Imma do this all night. |
| Me: | ugh. |
my usb mouse died today and i am slowly going insane having to use the touch pad. i am tempted to make a special outing to the all night wal mart to get one. … fuch, i am spoiled.
