I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody...– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via trashysnacks)
I'm moving back to San Diego!
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Me: I feel like I'm dying. Can you tell me I'm not.
Pecos: You can't be dying, because you make me feel so alive.
I’ve been quiet lately. I know. I’ve been reading before bed. Getting lost in stories about corrupt towns, unlikely geniuses, and a nasty little voice in your ear that’s got nothing to say but the worst of your thoughts. I’ve been finding connections; lines to be drawn from those stories to my own. Subtle details that are probably overlooked by those who just read to pass the time; I’ve never...
I have to remind myself that knots in my stomach aren’t always a bad thing. I have to remember that my happiness needs to be a priority. It’s insane to stay in a place that doesn’t make you happy. It’s foolish to think that it will somehow change. It won’t. Because it hasn’t. And it’s time to accept that. No more tears need to be shed. The fighting...
Pigeons Are Natural Scavengers
Listened to this while playing Tetris. Felt...
Sometimes, all you really need is a kiss on the forehead and an I missed you.
Forever blown away with the selfishness of some people. I’m not looking to be coddled, not even to be comforted. But to be treated with basic human decency would be nice. Shit, I’d even be happy to be ignored at this point. Not your life, not your family. That being said, I’ve received a lot of love this week. It’s been rough, but it looks like it’ll be okay. A new...
Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline...– Henry Miller (via thatkindofwoman)
Weekend of Waiting
My Mexi-Ginger family was dealt a pretty big blow last week. The past few days have felt like months. We are staying strong and celebrating the little things, but the road ahead is long and it’s bound to be bumpy, at best. Please send us some good, positive, healing vibes. We’re fortunate to be surrounded by some really excellent doctors, nurses, friends, and neighbors, but the more...
Keeping awesome news a secret is really hard!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON. Just a couple more weeks and everyone can know. :D :D :D Or if you’re really nosy, you can send me fanmail/message and I will probably spill the beans to you.
If I’m super comfortable with you, I will totally sneak food off of your plate/sip your beer while you’re away from the table.
The title of my autobiography
I AM SO TIRED.
Believe it or not, but this observation doesn’t make you any less tired. More coffee. More coffeeeeee.
I AM DYING, I think...
Ever since I can remember, I have always been able to convince myself that I am dying. I think they call this hypochondria. When I was about 7 years old, I started to panic when I thought my body was getting tired of breathing. In my crazy brain, I was thinking well, your feet get tired if you walk too much and your mind gets tired if you’re awake really late, why wouldn’t your lungs...
Good weekend, man. It started off rough - Friday morning my face was swollen due to an unruly wisdom tooth fuckin’ all kinds of shit up in my mouth. I thought my plans of flying to San Jose were doomed, but I called out of work that morning and put on my adult pants. After realizing that our dental insurance got fucked up, I headed into urgent care to get pain meds & antibiotics because...
I just wanted to take a moment to say, I fuckin'...
Homeboy has been one of my best friends for almost 3 years. He might drive me nuts, but he’s always super supportive and knows how to make me laugh. Here are just a few things that come to mind: When I had to make a quick exit from one living situation, he opened his door to me even though I didn’t have a job. He remembers my frozen yogurt order. When my car broke down, he took me...
I feel barfy and I want pho. Maybe I can use this as an excuse to take the quiz early and then go get pho. Why are you feeling ill? Because I thought a cocktail would help me focus.
upthecatpunx replied to your post: I CAN’T FOCUS AND IT’S REALLY FUN (ANNOYING) Maybe. Probably not, blue cheese is awesome. Cocktail is made and my notes are out for my quiz tonight. I’m actually leaning over them to type this, but at least they’re here. I will get back to you with my success or failure. As far as blue cheese, I’m lucky I forgot about it the...
I CAN'T FOCUS AND IT'S REALLY FUN (ANNOYING)
Maybe I should cut down on the coffee. Do you think if I made myself a cocktail (rye whiskey & vermouth) I will be cured? Like, maybe it will combat all this coffee? Also, is it weird to eat chunks of blue cheese by itself?
Textervation with a friend since 2nd grade
Jess: Hannibal Lecter is Lithuanian, to me, this explains you.
Me: Highly intelligent with an insatiable taste for flesh? Accurate. I'm not interested in humans, but I told Pecos I wished chickens could be made entirely out of just skin because that's my favorite part.
Jess: Perfect answer. And skin is awesome, but I can't imagine a chicken taco being that amazing if it was just skin.
Jess: And I loves me some chickie tacos.
Me: Make extra crispy skin for the taco shell, done deal.
the queen of no: burgerfide: eradicategirlhate:... →
burgerfide: eradicategirlhate: you ever thought that maybe the reason girls say they’re fine when they’re not, or they’re not mad when they are, is because the second they show any semblance of emotion they’re written off as hysterical bitches that are probably on their period? I… ALL OF THIS. I’ve literally stopped myself mid-rant to say, “THIS IS LESS ABOUT YOU AND...
One Difference Between Clinical & Situation...
You feel really shitty because you failed a test, a job interview, were fired, were dumped, etc I always feel shitty, but failing a test or a job interview, getting fired, or dumped just confirms the constant feelings that I am a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve anything good in my life. For you it’s like, WOW, THIS REALLY SUCKS. For me it’s like, DUH, YOU DESERVE THIS. ...
I need to remember to call myself a “craft beer enthusiast” because a beer snob makes me sound like an asshole and even though I am, I shouldn’t tell people that.
I think it’s really hilarious that I email rooms for rent saying that I have a disabled guinea pig. These people are probably like, wtf. Does he have a wheelchair?
Remember this? Consider me propelled. AND OVER THE MOON. That fear was shed yesterday and the personal success was confirmed today. Life is crazy, but so am I. I’m ready. I know that this is what is best for me.
ONE OF THESE NIGHTS, I WILL GO TO BED EARLY
Pec: *While lurking through Facebook* C'mere. I think I gotta put a picture up contradicting this. *I look, see a picture of a chihuahua* Look, she says, "Prettiest dog in the universe."
Pec: No, no, no. That's just a chihuahua.
Pec, a lil while later: I should put this picture of Penny (wearing the party hat, looking upset/annoyed) up with a reply that says, "This is what Penny thinks about that."
Me: Or just say, ~opinions are like assholes~
Pec: Everyone has them, but my dog is still the prettiest.
I woke up with a cloud over my head. The last month has been really difficult. I’m finding it harder and harder to chase away the voice in the back of my head. I’m secretly hoping for failure because I don’t know if I’m strong enough to weather the success. It’s not that I want to be stuck in this situation, because I really don’t. It’s just that if a...
The Defeat of Penny