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I think I aged 30 years this month. So many crazy things have happened and still most things are the same in my head. I go home this weekend to see my family. Because of this I obsess with my image. Everytime I walk past my reflection I check again, is my face really that fat? Damn, what's the point in that. I can't wait for summer when the air is right for outdoor living again. Please please sun melt fat.
So these things have happened...started a new band with my girl crush although we havn't had hot sex at band practice yet. I don't know what it is...ever since the band we are all buddy buddy and during practice it's aaaaal business. What happened to the obnoxious flirting and feeling each other up? But I don't complain. I like being just friends. That's more valuable to me then occasional hot loving.
My man moved in. He tells me he wants to kiss my face forever. He likes that I am psychotic and loves when I use my scream during arguments. Crazy thing is despite that he's a hick with a lisp and I am a chink who needs therapy, we want the same things in life. i.e. string of lights canopy over our dining table, baths with rose salt, mint/bread sauce, camping in Baja, just beauty everywhere. We planted a garden of basil, jalapenos, serranos, habeneros, tomatoes (steak and cherry), thyme in 5 gallon buckets and others in 2 gal pots. We are obviously nesting. We bought our first piece of large furniture together, a butcher block from these mature white ladies. I also bought a rice cooker for $10 from them. One lady told me she didn't have the directions anymore. Another white lady said, "Does she look like she needs directions?!" Then they felt dupped when I told them how much the rice cooker was worth. *sigh*, white people! But anyways, like I was saying, it blows my mind that I could ever be this happy. Where's the goddamn punchline? Maybe our children will be ugly and unable to have orgasms. Oh god forbid!
Rose for Bohdan and Foot Village are active again.
I am planning a fashion show for late August with my sewing circle "Sewing Fuck Yeah".
I shot a big gun and all 6 bullets went through the head.
I cut my arm because I was so mad (I blame L word).
I tried to write a rap song and it ended up sounding like if a gangster alien from a very quite planet tried to make drum and bass for a noise show at a flea circus.
I smashed my bass on the ground because I wanted to be dramatic.
(((Cole, I hope that was somewhat entertaining for you. Get tips from your mom about her basil!!!!!)))
So these things have happened...started a new band with my girl crush although we havn't had hot sex at band practice yet. I don't know what it is...ever since the band we are all buddy buddy and during practice it's aaaaal business. What happened to the obnoxious flirting and feeling each other up? But I don't complain. I like being just friends. That's more valuable to me then occasional hot loving.
My man moved in. He tells me he wants to kiss my face forever. He likes that I am psychotic and loves when I use my scream during arguments. Crazy thing is despite that he's a hick with a lisp and I am a chink who needs therapy, we want the same things in life. i.e. string of lights canopy over our dining table, baths with rose salt, mint/bread sauce, camping in Baja, just beauty everywhere. We planted a garden of basil, jalapenos, serranos, habeneros, tomatoes (steak and cherry), thyme in 5 gallon buckets and others in 2 gal pots. We are obviously nesting. We bought our first piece of large furniture together, a butcher block from these mature white ladies. I also bought a rice cooker for $10 from them. One lady told me she didn't have the directions anymore. Another white lady said, "Does she look like she needs directions?!" Then they felt dupped when I told them how much the rice cooker was worth. *sigh*, white people! But anyways, like I was saying, it blows my mind that I could ever be this happy. Where's the goddamn punchline? Maybe our children will be ugly and unable to have orgasms. Oh god forbid!
Rose for Bohdan and Foot Village are active again.
I am planning a fashion show for late August with my sewing circle "Sewing Fuck Yeah".
I shot a big gun and all 6 bullets went through the head.
I cut my arm because I was so mad (I blame L word).
I tried to write a rap song and it ended up sounding like if a gangster alien from a very quite planet tried to make drum and bass for a noise show at a flea circus.
I smashed my bass on the ground because I wanted to be dramatic.
(((Cole, I hope that was somewhat entertaining for you. Get tips from your mom about her basil!!!!!)))