So lately I've been drawing blanks when I try to reflect on my day, week, or whatever time lapse has occured. So to be sure that I still upload something, typing random facts about how I feel or how I see life around me seems to make up for some space. ;) Here we go, Monday!
I had a bagel this morning
I feel guilty when I eat bread in the morning
Sean T told me to have a bunch of juiced green shit
I love bagels
I tried to try Beyonce's dietary routine
Beyonce can afford $30 sushi, and I can barely afford $30 in my gas tank to drive all the fuck way to the particular store which provides this type of sushi
I never got a chance to fly out of the country on a plane
I don't give a fuck to do so
I only feel that way because I can't afford to go
Money is always on my mind
Not in a "hustler" type of way but more so reflecting on why am I not content with the money I have
I want a second job
I want to be a stripper
I'd like to be a racey female pop-idol
I am a mother
Mothers don't strip
Mothers don't do anything "racey"
My father would not approve of half the shit I'd like to do
My family would not appove of half the shit I'd like to openly enjoy
I love my family unconditionally
I am not depressed
People who openly parade their expenses and financial comfort piss me off
I am jealous of people with more money/less struggle
I don't pray every day
I only pray when my rationality isn't able to solve my misory
After I had babies, I didn't believe I was "wifey material"
Does anyone know what "wifey material" consist of? (This is a question)
I don't believe in myself
I love to draw/paint
I hate drawing and painting for other people
When one thing aggravates me, everything will aggravate me
One's character is not an inheritable trait
I hate when people blame their poor judgement on family issues
If your family is one without issues, please stand up (this is a request, not a fact)
I used to love the color green
I don't have enough time in the day to dedicate a thought to what my favorite things are anymore
I don't have enough time alone to talk to myself either
Talking to myself has always been my preferred method of venting
I do not have selective hearing
I choose what I'd like to remember and what I'd like to go away
Christmas shopping is for people who have large voids of love in their family, hoping the dedication and struggle to spend every dollar they've earned this year will earn them the love and acceptance they've longed for
The results of this particular strategy never last as long as you'd like, of course
I hate when people invite me to their birthday parties unexpectedly
I hate getting invited to dinner parties where the person insist that I purchase my own meal
Happy fucking birthday, because I would never "invite" you to spend money to prove that you care about the day when I left the real world and popped into this regular-life bull shit
I forget to put on deodorant sometimes
I've had the same pair of flip-flops for 4 years
All of my clothes were given to me or retrieved from the Good Will
No shame, hoe (This is not a fact; it is a statement)
I'm too lazy/busy to ever get anything done for myself
If I didn't have children, I would be perfectly fine without a personal phone
If I didn't have children, I'd be perfectly fine with a bunch of shit haha
I haven't bought anything "new" since 2011
There will never be enough money to satisfy anyone's living expenses
I hate neighbors
I hate that we pay for things that naturally belong to us (water, air, food)
I love having the opportunity to say "I'm sorry to hear that" because at that very moment, I stop feeling sorry about my own shit
I have no true friends
I don't think anyone does
I'm happier than people with real friends because I never wonder or care about other people's where-abouts and concerns
I like to dance
I love going to the club incognito so I can let loose without hearing about it the next day
I'm not as shy as I'd like for people to think
I wish I could smack the lady in the Gate gas station every time she ID's me for beer...she fucking sees me every week. I always think "Oh, she'll recognize me tonight. No need to bring my whole wallet inside"
I'm usually wrong
I understand why monks take a vow of silence
I'm nervous to have friends
I'm nervous that there's no one around like me and I'll be judged...and cursed with the plague of getting rid of friends who see nothing wrong with the relationship
All this friend-talk has me wanting to blog about friends
I brought a salad for lunch
My hungry ass is not going to be content with a damn salad
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's only 10:48AM
I had a bagel this morning
I feel guilty when I eat bread in the morning
Sean T told me to have a bunch of juiced green shit
I love bagels
I tried to try Beyonce's dietary routine
Beyonce can afford $30 sushi, and I can barely afford $30 in my gas tank to drive all the fuck way to the particular store which provides this type of sushi
I never got a chance to fly out of the country on a plane
I don't give a fuck to do so
I only feel that way because I can't afford to go
Money is always on my mind
Not in a "hustler" type of way but more so reflecting on why am I not content with the money I have
I want a second job
I want to be a stripper
I'd like to be a racey female pop-idol
I am a mother
Mothers don't strip
Mothers don't do anything "racey"
My father would not approve of half the shit I'd like to do
My family would not appove of half the shit I'd like to openly enjoy
I love my family unconditionally
I am not depressed
People who openly parade their expenses and financial comfort piss me off
I am jealous of people with more money/less struggle
I don't pray every day
I only pray when my rationality isn't able to solve my misory
After I had babies, I didn't believe I was "wifey material"
Does anyone know what "wifey material" consist of? (This is a question)
I don't believe in myself
I love to draw/paint
I hate drawing and painting for other people
When one thing aggravates me, everything will aggravate me
One's character is not an inheritable trait
I hate when people blame their poor judgement on family issues
If your family is one without issues, please stand up (this is a request, not a fact)
I used to love the color green
I don't have enough time in the day to dedicate a thought to what my favorite things are anymore
I don't have enough time alone to talk to myself either
Talking to myself has always been my preferred method of venting
I do not have selective hearing
I choose what I'd like to remember and what I'd like to go away
Christmas shopping is for people who have large voids of love in their family, hoping the dedication and struggle to spend every dollar they've earned this year will earn them the love and acceptance they've longed for
The results of this particular strategy never last as long as you'd like, of course
I hate when people invite me to their birthday parties unexpectedly
I hate getting invited to dinner parties where the person insist that I purchase my own meal
Happy fucking birthday, because I would never "invite" you to spend money to prove that you care about the day when I left the real world and popped into this regular-life bull shit
I forget to put on deodorant sometimes
I've had the same pair of flip-flops for 4 years
All of my clothes were given to me or retrieved from the Good Will
No shame, hoe (This is not a fact; it is a statement)
I'm too lazy/busy to ever get anything done for myself
If I didn't have children, I would be perfectly fine without a personal phone
If I didn't have children, I'd be perfectly fine with a bunch of shit haha
I haven't bought anything "new" since 2011
There will never be enough money to satisfy anyone's living expenses
I hate neighbors
I hate that we pay for things that naturally belong to us (water, air, food)
I love having the opportunity to say "I'm sorry to hear that" because at that very moment, I stop feeling sorry about my own shit
I have no true friends
I don't think anyone does
I'm happier than people with real friends because I never wonder or care about other people's where-abouts and concerns
I like to dance
I love going to the club incognito so I can let loose without hearing about it the next day
I'm not as shy as I'd like for people to think
I wish I could smack the lady in the Gate gas station every time she ID's me for beer...she fucking sees me every week. I always think "Oh, she'll recognize me tonight. No need to bring my whole wallet inside"
I'm usually wrong
I understand why monks take a vow of silence
I'm nervous to have friends
I'm nervous that there's no one around like me and I'll be judged...and cursed with the plague of getting rid of friends who see nothing wrong with the relationship
All this friend-talk has me wanting to blog about friends
I brought a salad for lunch
My hungry ass is not going to be content with a damn salad
I'm sorry to hear that.
It's only 10:48AM
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