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Dear Tumblr
We need to talk. This isn’t working out for me. I enjoyed our time together. We had some good times. You were a bit demanding at times, but I learned to deal but I think we’ve hit the part of our relationship that neither is getting what we want from the other; I think it’s best that we go our separate ways. I’ll treasure the good times, I hope you will do the same. Please don’t try to talk me out of it, it’s pointless.
By the way, I’ve moved to Vegas. Don’t try to follow me. It will only hurt you.
I hope only for the best for you, Tumblr. Be well. See you around. Or not.
Sincerely,
me.
PS: To my followers, sorry this is (maybe) the last entry. I don’t have the gusto to continue here. I’m going back to my WordPress blog, so feel free to follow me there if you feel so inclined. I like the freedom of babbling endlessly that WordPress has; Tumblr doesn’t seem like the place for a person with random cases of verbal diarrhea. My kind ain’t welcome here so I go where I am. :)
Had a John Locke moment earlier today. Actually two.
Job searching and apartment searching when you’re currently unemployed and tapped out on funds can be frustrating. Very frustrating. I know that everything happens for a reason and a great good will come of this, but it’s hard to keep that faith when the last few months have been filled with endless stress and worry. So I broke down. I feel loads better now, but my breakdown went a little something like the video above… minus the jungle and giant ass hatch.
No worries, I’ve regained focus and composure. Guess I just needed to let it all out. Haven’t done so in months. I’ll be okay. It’ll all work out. Everything will be just fine. The Universe won’t let me down. :)
Side note, I really really really miss LOST.
Remember that one time I said I was ready to cut all my hair off? Yeah… I changed my mind again. I haven’t had it long in a long ass time. It used to go down to my bum when I was little. I remember one time when I was about seven I was at the grocery checkout line with my mom. A woman behind us kept tugging at my hair. I, naturally, freaked out. She apologized and said she thought it was a wig; she didn’t think a small child would have so much hair. I have real thick hair and a lot of it. I guess in those days that kind of hair wasn’t common in them parts. First of all, thanks, and second, who goes around tugging on little girls’ hair? Honestly. I digress. Time to get my hair tugged again.
PS: I know you care deeply about my personal hair preferences.
One of these years
I’m going to spend the holiday season somewhere foreign away from family obligations and familiar things. All by myself (or with a real treasured special someone) and my pets. It’s on my bucket list. :)
Sometimes I feel like getting back into the music business. I miss the excitement I used to have with every show. Those were great fun times. Enjoying the music with good friends, that’s what it was about. Meeting interesting people. Getting to know the bands behind the music. It was great. Somewhere along the way I lost that passion, became jaded (I blame that to moving to LA. Lots of jaded vibes out here). I look back at those days and my heart glows. Some parts are a blur due to boozing but I was young so that’s okay. I rarely drink nowadays so I guess my liver got its fill. :) I enjoyed it all, but not nearly as much as I should have. I want to go back but I’m afraid that love and passion will be gone. Most of the bands are pretty crappy now. There isn’t much behind their songs. It wouldn’t be the same.
I miss writing and designing too. Le heavy sigh.
Don’t mind me, just sharing random thoughts here at the trail end of 2010. Continue tumbling.
It’s annoying
I sit down and remember I need something from another room, so I get up to get it. Once I’m in the room, I get distracted by something entirely different, mess about for a while, then leave once I’m finished with that. I sit down in my chair and remember that I forgot to get that one thing I remembered earlier, so I go back to the room and once again mess about with something entirely different. Once I’m done, I again return to my seat where I again remember that I forgot what I originally had forgotten to remember.
Confused? Now you know how my brain feels.
I do this far too often.
Happy birthday Mackenzie!
My puppy dog is eleven years young today! :) Despite the tumor, he’s still going strong. Hoping for more good healthy years! :) ♥ ♥ ♥
I’ve been down with a cold all week. The worst part of it is that it takes away my ability to taste anything. It’s been days since I could taste a hot rich cup of coffee. That’s the most devastating part! I love food but I probably love coffee more. It’s been disheartening drinking my morning cup without fully appreciating the flavor. I might as well be drinking hot water. Tragic. I’ll trade my long locks for the ability to taste a sip. Coffee, I cannot wait until I can taste you the way you need to be tasted (that’s what she said). :’)
I’m sleeping on the floor tonight and rather than taking the perfectly made comfy bed next to me, my kitties are snuggled right up against me. That’s love. Good night world.
Hair off!
I’ve decided to chop off my hair. For reals this time. It’s pass the halfway down my back length. Haven’t had it this long in years. Rather than letting the hair stylist chop only to scoop it into the trash, I’ve decided to donate my hair to Locks of Love. They prefer hair be 10” tip to tip. Currently my longest layer is 11”, the shortest once chopped would only be 4”-5” at the most, total toss away hair, so I’m going to give it a few more weeks to grow. Maybe mid-December is the cut off point. In between semesters so my psych professors don’t read into it.
I’m excited. I felt freer and more open with short hair. Long hair seems to hide and shield me, both metaphorically and literally. And it’ll be nice to pass on these lovely locks to a deserving child. It’s a win win! :)
Stay tuned.
Thinking I’m gonna move back to Chicago. No not right now, not in the near near near future, but sometime down the road. Maybe in 2 or 3 years? LA hasn’t felt like home since I moved here. It did for the first year then it just went downhill. This town is a hard one to love, or maybe I’m just not cut out for it? Either way, I’m heading east. Or I’ll get lazy and just settle in Vegas, ha.
I want my short hair back
Maybe not the mohawk but I’m wanting short hair again. A bob or something.
Or something like this:
Long hair is just too much maintenance sometimes, and when nothing is done with it it looks horrible. Blah. Short hair, overall, was easy. The mohawk was more maintenance than anything else, but I loved it nonetheless.
Might chop it off between semesters. I don’t want my psychology teachers reading too much into the shaving of my head. I’m perfectly sane, promise… ;)
