"I did a hashtag. Am I using that right?"
"I did a hashtag. Am I using that right?"
One credit card paid off.
Overtime going into the bank on Monday.
I may not be living like a queen, but for today I’m pretty damn happy.
Aaron Paul just came on a commercial and I’m pretty sure I had a physical reaction in my lady parts.
Sometimes I worry that I won’t be able to pull off a hair color but then I remember I’ve had juuuuuust about everything and it’s all looked alright. And then I feel kind of douchey because of good self esteem and that’s kind of sad, isn’t it?
I can’t stand when people are like “oohhhh waaaahhhh I hate getting tattooed, you wouldn’t understand because I have so many hours of work done, wahhhh”.
Like no bitch. Embrace the pain that accompanies the skin’s transformation. And if you hate it that much, and feel the need to boast about quantity, then maybe you should reevaluate your reasons behind getting tattooed.
Sex dreams about your friends are… interesting.
My parents were always hoarders. But now with me having been out of the house for four years, the place is getting worse and worse. It is starting slowly to resemble one of those horrible, foreign places you see on the TV shows. Not with trash (necessarily…), but with STUFF. Everywhere.
When I left home, I asked them, please do not fill my room with stuff. You can barely enter the room now. What’s being kept in my old bedroom? They couldn’t even tell you if they wanted to. It’s pointless. It’s a problem. It WAS going to become my mom’s sewing room.
The sunroom is hoarded. The area between the sun room and the den is hoarded. The basement, which used to be my haven as a teenager, is almost unusable. And the kitchen is filled with not only stuff, but inhuman amounts of groceries (last time I was there they had enough frozen stuff to pack the freezer completely full, yet had just bought more, plus a bursting pantry, refrigerator, and lined floors with non perishables) and random things they just can’t bring themselves to throw away… Like bottles, corks, rubber bands, really random bizarre things that any non-hoarder would throw away without a second thought.
Their basement flooded. I thought for sure that this would be the beginning of a major change for them, a reason to HAVE to get rid of things. But no. The soggy, destroyed boxes are now piled a story high outside the back of my parents’ house. The excuse: it was too muddy to carry them up front to the curb after the flooding. It has now been around 4-5 months since the event. Yeager and I have offered multiple times to carry the boxes away for them, but every time there is some excuse. Now they are rotting and crumbling away slowly in their backyard, exposed to the elements constantly, and most likely a breeding ground for snakes and other little animals.
I have tried on countless occasions to talk to them about the issue. This either ends up in a fight, or with my mother’s feelings hurt. I’m not looking for advice, I’m just looking to get this out there. People used to wonder why I never had friends over much, and it’s because I was always a little ashamed of the way my family lived. My family is by no means needy. We do not need to save every little thing “just in case”, nor do we need to live in filth and not in comfort. But they choose to do so. And with my little brother leaving this upcoming fall for college, I am dreading what they’ll end up living in next. His room is already a disaster area, as he has definitely inherited their tendencies to some extent. But what will they do? I worry that I, also, have inherited some hoarding tendencies, and often go on crazy, almost frantic cleaning sprees because of it, trying to seemingly purge my life of every little unnecessary thing I know I can go without. But I worry it will catch up with me. I just hope that my parents’ eyes will open and see what they could be doing with their lives if they just cleaned out the clutter a little bit.
Shoes are my loves
Our bossman at Skindicate just asked me to perform with them at the United Ink show in September <3 <3 <3
I’m so psyched, but also a little nervous, but WAY more nervous about making a good impression on the other girls. I know they’re a super tight-knit group and I just want them to like me… Eep!!
I want to suspend again so badly, but even more so I just want to be at a meeting and help out and see everyone. I swear, every month I look forward to it even more.