I was never curious, not even when Gap did that huge Audrey pant campaign. I mean, a big corner of Seattle was covered in Hepburn's images for a whole season. I thought Hepburn fans were rolled into a dough shared of followers who follow over the top sh*t like Betty Page, Marley, and you know THE DOORS, because you can love the doors without have ever been moved by one of their songs. It just MAD seems like it would be like that! WELL I SAW AUDREY ON FILM FOR THE FIRST TIME LAST NIGHT AND I'M FASCINATED BY HER! SHES INCREDIBLE! I LOVE HER, LIKE WHOAA.
There exists times when you just can't keep mush out of your blog. Maybe this is where you un-follow. This totally, could be one of those times because you know what... I'm driving dwn a metaphorical fucking highway of domestication and publishing listographies like, stupid happy shit that i'm looking forward too.
I have a rad roomette. Who knew those existed!? Well, they do, and i have one!
But i am mad antsy...
(because i don't have a job) (and i haven't seen my lover in almost two months)
I am srsly ready to acquire a few basic adult-like things in my life you know! Example:
To live with my bf and make him nutritious bran zucchini muffins that i bless with my vibes.
To have a job, get dressed for job, interact with people while doing said job. To be told i am bad ass at my job.
Arizona's winter weather. Arizona: heat, cactus, thrift, running trails, new shit. Whatever. I'm even happy that i can be like, "oh hey, i went to AZ for the winter."
When my bed and my bf's bed, is the same bed and i can hear his sweet ZZzzZZzz and snores.
Simply to be busy, to have life of fullness, plans, to be tired.
Lift weights, with a gym membership, that is mine.
A "long day" followed by a gym sesh, fucking pounding it out, followed by a big fat go home and do dishes with a happy face because how could i help it, I'm pretty rad at this point.
Excited and ready as rainbows to share mutual friends, family occasions, and life, with bf.
Ready for nights/mornings when i look effortlessly bangin, and my bf is there to witness with a big boner for me.
Blasting (appropriately) my music that is beachy but in a Baja-Mexican-like way, in my car, in my house, in very warm weather.
Making fucking money!
Not smelling like a smoker (this is huge) because i will be a continued non-smoker with like, no smelly hair, without paranoid feelings about my hair smelling like a crack casino.
Being in the same place as other people for an extend period of time, making chill palz because i live somewhere too and I'm able to commit to doing things, investing, being meaningful, with others.
To bone. And quiver and pant and make animal noises, in orgasms, in orgasmic aftermaths.
For my belongings to have a place. Really.
Muh own fuckin place!
I am lameness: I just wanna play house sometimes and make you some mad slow cooker vegan vanilla fig oatmeal topped with baklava filling.
Slow Cooker Vanilla Fig Oatmeal Topped with Baklava Filling!
I'll stop about being all dick whipped. You understand, I have an ultimate-soul-mate-lover-stud-partner-made-for-you-person-guy and I'm gonna geek out and whore my societal gender based role, sometimes, maybe much more than I ever anticipated. And obviously, i'm re-blogging vegan recipes now.
I stole this photo, but i know that the blog i stole from, stole this photo too. so feel free to look at my future stairs while i put them here, so i will do this to my own stairs later, someday when i have stairs. ---------->
Too bad i wasn't wearing the suede flats i bought in Vietnam and instead, wearing flip flops like i shop at the fckn old navy. i mean, no no no, what, what am i talking about! here i am, already talking like the americana white masses.
i'm a full-time sleepin-on-yr-couch girl for the month of Sept
but as soon as i move to wherever i'm moving too, i totally plan on blogging and none of that depressing shit.
I still say "in a good way" i'll stop. we're supposed to feel the way we feel but there are times when it seems like a good idea to hold up a mirror in front of you when you're talking. when i'm here the world seems flesh-like. this might translate into something later if it doesn't now. my task must be to free myself from this prison by widening the circle of compassion. i become an assumption. Nietzsche called the drive to reexamine our assumptions the “intellectual conscience.” we interpret things. add our reasons, all are which are based on fear. you will limit what you think is possible. i will too but my defense mechanisms tell me differently.
I THINK I"M GOING TO WRITE IN ALL CAPS FUR A WHILE BUT I'M NOT YELLING.
TODAY A CUSTOMER ASKED ABT THE BOOK I WAS READING. OKAY, "THE ONE I'M READING NOW IS ABOUT THIS WOMAN AND HER HUSBAND DIED. HER SON WON'T EAT AND SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE. SHE MEETS HER SON'S TEACHERS, THERE'S THIS SENTENCE WHERE SHE MEETS ONE OF THE TEACHERS AND SHE THINKS, SHE LOOKS BETTER THAN ME. SEEMED RLLY BEAUTIFUL." (xTx) and
MY CUSTOMER SAID "SOUNDS DEPRESSING" I WAS LIKE "NO NO IT'S REAL-LIKE." SHE SAYS "WELL, I LIKE FICTION." SHE PULLED OUT HER BOOK AND IT WAS TWILIGHT-LIKE okay.
"I JUST WANT TO MAKE A MASK OF YOUR FACE" is awkward even if you were being nice.
LIKE TWO DAYS AGO... I WAS READING ABT HUMANS AND OUR HUMAN DEFENSE MECHANISMS. MY THOUGHT WAS WHAT IF MANY PPL ARE NOT DEPRESSED AND THEIR EGO IS MAKING THIS HUGE SCHEME UP. THEY HAVE THIS STANDARD OF LIFE THAT THEY'RE NOT LIVING UP TOO SO THE EGO MAKES THE OUTLOOK ON SHIT ALL NEGATIVE TO PROTECT IT'S SELF. SEEMS HIGHLY POSSIBLE AND FASCINATING AND FUCKED UP.
I JUST BIT ONE OF MY FINGERNAILS TILL IT BLED. unconsciously.
I HAVE A PAPER CUT BETWEEN MY THUMB AND POINTER FINGER. index finger whatever.
this morning i ate an egg, that i cooked in the microwave. unfortunately, situations as such are reflective of my recent life standards.
I'M THINKING A GREAT DEAL ABOUT TAXES AND EDUCATION AND TEACHERS AND DISTRIBUTION. but i won't post my opinion, emotionally, all over the Internet. this excludes trolling.
I'M WATCHING E ENTERTAINMENT NEWS RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T KNOW WHY. I THINK I'LL TURN IT OFF. my cat's name is "heidi pants." this fkn target commercial... this lady is talking to her cat and says "come out heidi pants." WTF TARGET! i thought i was unique you ass!
I FOUND A TWENTY DOLLAR BILL IN MY TIP CUP TODAY. i rlly appreciate it but when i went home i took a shower.
IVE BEEN RLLY CONSCIOUS OF THIS PMS I HAVE OR WHATEVER: I WAS TAKING OUT COOKIES AT WRK AND SOMEONE TELLS ME "I LIKE THE HORNS." I MADE A CONFUSED FACIAL EXPRESSION, REACTIONARILY THOUGHT HORNS ON MY HEAD AND EVEN PANICKED A LITTLE. HE THEN SAYS "THE HORNS IN THE SONG." ha, ha
only a week left and that much closer to killing ppl.
this twn is too small. too small or not secluded enough. THAT'S ALL.