For a while, I struggled with wondering if I had made the right decision. Now that I know that I did, it has been the most relieving feeling ever. I can finally enjoy and appreciate what I have, even more than I already did.
I'm MOVING! [Or Trying To]
If you are one of my faithful readers, and you want to try and make this jump with me… my new blog url is: http://thecircleoflives.tumblr.com/ I’m keeping this blog, because I always seem to go back to it. But for now, my new blog will be where I’m posting!
I Have This Fear....
I have this fear of living. I’m not sure if I phrased that correctly, but you’ll understand as I move along. I’m afraid that I am living my life all wrong. I’m afraid that when I am 85 and looking back on my life, I will wish I’d done things differently. We only get one chance to live this life, and I want to make the very best of it. But what if I’m doing it...
Not that I don’t appreciate everyone’s minute to minute status updates on the presidential debate, but its ungodly annoying. No one is impressed you’re watching the debate, and if you are 18 years old, or older, you SHOULD have an opinion, so naturally I’d expect you to have one. Therefore, I don’t need all 300+ friends of mine telling me theirs. Thanks though.
The basic rules to winning an argument: Acknoledge the person Acknowledge the persons arguement Agree with some, or parts, of their arguement Attack.
Before I die →
mindofahatter: Before I die, I want to be looked up to. THIS IS SO COOL
I AM A WOMAN AND YOU WILL NOT, I will repeat again, WILL NOTTTTT, tell me what I can, or can not do to my body. You dim witted, dumb ass republican.
I’M FUCKING TIRED OF SLEEPING ALONE.
variegations: I want a best friend who will do anything with me.
mindofahatter: There should be a word, that describes that moment when you have to be awake and ready for a full day in less than 5 hours, and your mind is so active thinking about life you can’t possibly sleep.
Maybe I’m selfish, but I feel like I make so many sacrifices for you, which I make because I love you. But then I watch so many opportunities pass by where you could’ve made one for me, and you don’t. Maybe you’re dense, or maybe this doesn’t mean as much to you.
That Awkward moment when someone tells you a story that makes you sick to your stomach. It’s cool, letting it roll off my shoulders.
I’ve had enough of your attitude. I’m not putting up with your bullshit anymore. And if you have a problem this weekend, you’re in for a rude awakening.
I always write angry blogs, and then end up deleting them because I don’t want to deal with the drama. I gotta stop doing that.
It’s sad when your horoscope nails everything on the head. My horoscope practically yelled at me today, and you know what? It was right. I have two choices, I can either be miserable about things I can’t change, or don’t address. Or I can resolve it by talking about it, and getting it off my chest. Never fails.
I really don’t have anything to blog about. Summer has been quite the adventure! I’m excited for mikey to come home in July! The reason that’s so random is because every time I get on tumblr I think of him, and how we met haha. Kind of a cool story. Anyways, I’ve been busy. Work sucks. Being away from Jr sucks, getting to the point where I want to spend every weekend with...
I know that work is important, I know that work is essential, I know that all the men in my life seem to be workaholics. But honest to GOD, I hate when work comes first.
I thought about my cats last night. I haven’t thought about Tigger, especially, in a long time. I try to keep them out of my memories, but sometimes they come back. Of course I shed a tear every time I think about them, but last night was awful. I thought about how loyal Tigger was to me, how kind and faithful. How many times she let me cry all over her fur, and how many times she let me...
Dimitri Schostakovich dedicated his String Quartet no. 8 to himself for when he dies. He said, “It’s hardly likely that someone will write a quartet dedicated to my memory. So I decided to write it myself.” Not only that, but it incorporated excerpts and quotations from his operas, symphonies, and chamber works… like a memoir. Talk about depressing.
Feeling like I lost my toughness. I need to fight someone. Maybe I’ll start with the stupid bitch trying to steal my best friends boyfriend.
My blog is so sappy lately. I am not a sap!! (At least not in public.)
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me when you sleep… And there are no words for that.
Sometimes I worry I love him more than he loves me. That is a very dangerous… very very very dangerous, game to play.
I know that lying happens, it’s what people do and as much as we say that only bad people lie, that’s a lie itself because everyone lies. EVERYONE. But I hate being lied to. I hate it, so much. It makes me sick to my stomach and angry. And some people seem to think I’m just oblivious, and they can pull it off….. Bitch Please.