Did I mention that I am the Goddess of Dance?
Yeah, thought you guys might like to know that.
Oh my goodness. 80’s alternative station on Pandora just plays every single song that I know every word to and I think my mom is about to kill me. No one can stop the dance. It’s too late, far too late. Now relax. Don’t do it.
Well, fuck. Now I feel more inclined to go to work. Christeen knows why. BE MY WINGMAN.
I have a serious problem of saying party to my...
Me: Lilly, I really can't party right now.
Me: No parties.
Lily: Meoooooow meow
Mom: Feed her so she'll stop meowing.
Me: It's party time.
Its always a interesting day when my step-dad comes home with a bright green cane and proceeds to sit down and watch tv while holding the bright green cane and even wave it around and point it at things. Still not sure why he needs a bright green cane.
Its one of those days where all I want to do is...
Lets see if I can still produce art.
donttryandfixme asked: I'm just slightly tired of being single. Ya'know?
donttryandfixme asked: I just wish I attracted someone with a penis. Who is attractive and funny and nice.
donttryandfixme asked: You find all the creepers. Take off anon, bro.
Anonymous asked: Well then, maybe I'll show my face soon. I just don't want you to be disappointed. :P Though we did seem to have a lot in common. hahaha
Anonymous asked: I would but I doubt you'd wanna talk to me. One of us ceased all communication with each other out of the blue. But maybe we've changed.
Anonymous asked: Only good things can come from next month. I'll be waiting for those smiles to come rolling in. It's one of your best features, imo. :)
Anonymous asked: Seems like this isn't your month. Sorry to hear that. Hope things start to get better for you. A smile on that face is always lovely.
I hate the people I went to high school with.
I think I’m going to make a new blog thing. A blog where no one knows me and I’m going to rant and it’ll be fun. But I’ll still use this one and stuff as my main one. Alrighty.
That song (Mascara) has to do with my wife and how there’s certain things about...– Chino Moreno (via fuckyeahchinomoreno) I want someone to feel that way about me.
I’m sick. My voice is shot so me being on bar tonight at work probably won’t be good. My barista voice is a whisper.
When will I start feeling normal again?
So, kiosk guy. Hmmm… How yah doin? You lookin mighty fine. But the drink you get is so weird. But I’ll continue to smile at you as I make it and keep up the small talk. Thank you, Kisosk Guy. Here’s your green tea frappucino with two shots of espresso. I don’t want to try it, but thanks. You’re really attractive. Ok, bye have a great day. :)