24hrs of psycho amberness. I get a text at 11something pm on sunday.. I reply at like midnight or some crap then attempt to set it up so that texting makes noise.. I test it and get no text from this website I found. 20 mins later I realize my unlimited texting/month expired. Shit. So I find somewhere online to buy a phone card cause I have monies in paypal. OH THEY NEED ME TO CALL AND CONFIRM. if I had a functioning phone I wouldn’t be buying minutes. psychohatredpissedoffness comenses.

I sleep. I wake up early.
Call on my bro’s phone.
Stoked.
Everything is peachy keen.

I text people I was expecting to text me, incase they had. I hate the idea of people thinking I’m blowing them off. I don’t do that. Plans are made.

New bikini is gotten in the mail omg yayayay. It fits GREAT.

Run around the farm with Luke taking pictures of randomness. Collect a shit ton of peacock feathers. Hang out for a bit. Powernap from 1-2pm. Work work work. Home. Happiness.

Fourth of July was good.. went to Andrea’s with Katie and met up with homies. We did the BBQ thing and walked (adventured.. since we had no idea where we were going and ended up taking the super scenic route) to the boardwalk to watch fireworks.. We didn’t make it to the boardwalk, or Seabright beach but we did manage to find a pretty sweet spot and watch a bunch of different “shows”

Katie and I had good talks and all was well. We also drank a bottle of crown. Yum.

I’m peeling like crazy and it’s kind of gross but whatever. Hopefully it will go away soon and i can go back to just being tan.. or at least semi tan. I took Luke some madelines that I was going to eat (because I ATE LIKE THREE PACKAGES) while he was at work. Hopefully he gets more joy from the epic snackies than I did.

I also cannot get enough of Muse’s album Absolution and Queen Adreena’s album The Butcher and the Butterfly

Let me tell you about my day.. It’s a long story so get ready for a rant. Continue reading →

I’m resigned to a few things in my life. A big one has to do with Julian, but whatever. I’m mostly angry about that, and that makes me happy. Thanks residual bipolar! I’d rather be angry than sad or depressed. When I was younger that’s what would happen.. And then I started getting emo about things when they got bad, and then I would supress it, and then I started having anxiety attacks. So I think it’s definitely a step forward to feel anger. Anyways, back to the issue at hand. I think it’s ironic that I’ve been skipping around facts in my blog, and I have no idea why. Blah. It is what it is and it’s over and it’s obvious but I’m very dissapointed that I thought I knew someone’s character and I found I’m very wrong. Apparently when you tell someone that you will always be 100% honest about shit, you can lie, and get into this epic vortex of bullshit. Thanks homie.

I’ve been fishing a lot lately. More so than I’ve done in a while.. and by a while I mean since I’ve moved to california. Fishing with Luke is good times. Gives me time to sort my thoughts and chew on things. I stand out like a sore thumb at the pier and what not with all the old fishermen.. or even young fishermen. It’s not my fault I like to look nice when I go out in public. 🙂 Plus, as all my friends know, for some reason old men like to talk to me so it’s not as though I don’t have good conversations.

I’m also noticing a pattern in my life. Basically all the men (not all, but almost) are still stuck on their exes. Today at work I was thinking about that, and then I rememebered Kyle (ex husband) and I’s last conversation. He told me how him and his girl weren’t working because no matter what he always compared her to me and she just wasn’t up to par and how he would jump at the chance to get me back and blahblah. So while I’m irritated by all the boys stuck on their exes, I did that very same thing to Kyle, and it’s just weird to think about for me. I don’t know if I explained that very well, but it’s the only way I know how.

I’m also terminally attracted to emotionally unavailable guys who are stuck on their exes. I guess I like a challenge.