cle/an beings"-

shit dat needs 2 stop

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 09:58:57 -0400

1. get off my dick about my lifestyle choices

2. stop sending me snap chats of shit I wasn’t invited to

3. stop sending me texts saying “miss u” if you aren’t going to hang out with me

4. don’t say shit unless you mean it i.e. “let’s hang out”

5. also, fuck you, my dog is small

6. i’ma need you to stop saying retarded, gay, raped, cray, and “expecially”

note: this post is pretty light-hearted… i’ve just had a lot of caffeine

Getting ready to go out

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 22:05:36 -0400

whatshouldwecallme:

If I’m alone:

If I’m with my friends:

Guess it’s time to take you off of my phone’s “favorite list” This still...

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 14:17:25 -0500

Guess it’s time to take you off of my phone’s “favorite list”

This still isn’t easy.

To add to my laundry list of qualities I'm looking for in a lifelong mate:

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 18:17:30 -0500

Sympathy towards pain. I.e. sensitivity towards my headaches and migraines.

Yeah, I wish I was just using them as a crutch… That would be a lot better than actually enduring the physical pain and amount of time I’ve lost as a result of being stuck on couches or buried in pillows in dark rooms.

Here’s an old post for you, circa April 2012 “I made...

Wed, 13 Feb 2013 21:02:41 -0500

Here’s an old post for you, circa April 2012

“I made this little beauty today after taking notes from Giada. The goal, as always, was to find a recipe and hopefully add components I already have in my fridge.

This flatbread breakfast recipe is actually light enough to eat as a snack, but making it heartier wouldn’t be an issue either.

What you need:

flatbread like pita (I had whole wheat fajita tortillas that I wanted to use up, they don’t necessarily give the desired crunchy texture, but it DOES make it easier to roll up your meal as it gets messy at the end)
marscapone
arugula
avocado (her recipe called for proscuitto, but I’m a vegetarian so I added a component that would still have some substance, but that would also give me the nutrients I needed later on)
an egg
salt, pepper, and lemon juice

To begin…

I toasted the tortilla in a skillet, you could also coat your base with olive oil and grill it if desired, it’s all about texture and taste
Take about 2-4 spoonfuls (depending on the size of your base) of marscapone and to it add lemon juice (as much as desired), a pinch of salt, and a pinch of pepper… after the bread is done, spread the marscapone out evenly across it
I used a little less than a 1/2 of the avocado at this point; I simply diced it and smashed/spread it around the marscapone, and then placed the arugula on top of it.
Finally, I cooked an egg for about 4 minutes in the already hot skillet, flipped it once, and added salt and pepper to both sides (next time I plan on poaching the egg!)

nom.

If you’re feeling crazy, throw some feta on it. “

I hate the woman/women responsible for creating and perpetuating this awful perception of the...

Fri, 08 Feb 2013 16:13:10 -0500

I hate the woman/women responsible for creating and perpetuating this awful perception of the vegetarian/vegan woman.
I’ll never get married.

Thanks. Not.

architizer: Abandoned Church is Turned into Art Installation

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 14:13:38 -0500

architizer:

Abandoned Church is Turned into Art Installation

flavorpill: Those are shovels, in case you couldn’t tell.

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 13:54:25 -0500

flavorpill:

Those are shovels, in case you couldn’t tell.

We’re all connected. He says it’s there, but I...

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 13:51:51 -0500

We’re all connected.

He says it’s there, but I can’t seem to see it.
The rest are liars.

flirted with a boy irl. he wasn’t married. told a lie. huge headache. THIS IS MY LIFE.

Mon, 04 Feb 2013 13:58:14 -0500

flirted with a boy irl.

he wasn’t married.

told a lie.

huge headache.

THIS IS MY LIFE.

everything is bullshit

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 17:14:41 -0500

everything is bullshit

I think the real reason that I didn't give my dog a "human's" name was because I never wanted things to get awkward.

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 09:54:16 -0500

“THAT’S MY DOG’S NAME TOO……”

Love

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 21:11:03 -0500

whatshouldwecallme:

Other people my age:

Me:

fur vests

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 23:15:56 -0500

now all that’s left are empty picture frames…

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 10:58:39 -0500

now all that’s left are empty picture frames…

I wrote this for a class

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 22:42:29 -0500

From the Armchair…

That was just it…

Every Time,

And those Times happened more often lately,

He thought about it—

No, it wasn’t that he was unlovable…

Her face flickered between downpours of leaves

The Earth was still warm,

Still clinging onto remnants of summer

Just like the gold and bronze streaks in Her hair.

Laughter turned into shallow coughs,

They always got coughs in the fall…

That’s because the house on Park was prone to mold

Well, before they replaced the…

It happened more often

This time of year

when the leaves bled and fell,

That’s all.

It was those late nights when he read…

He sat in the armchair now

Bones and sinews more exhausted from arguments

and passing time…

And she lay in the next room with her hands

Well, her hands more looked like claws…

And He could hear her crying

At first her show of emotion was natural

Her sobs turned him more within himself

Then he resented her for being so pathetic…

Some menacing shadow graced the eastern wall

He felt Her warmth leave two weeks later

Smells grew stale and sour six months after

And… no, he had seen it.

He was sure of it now.

Something was circling beneath him

as ominous as a bloodthirsty criminal

the predator lurked under the very rug his armchair sat on

His cough grew deeper as the dishes piled up and grew dingier

She’d always done these sort of things for him,

And because they just couldn’t agree

No, she didn’t want to make it work…

He’d really convinced himself…

Rather than deal with his own guilt

(which sat deep inside of himself rotting only to be picked apart and carried off

by a trail of ruthless and carnivorous ants.)

He turned and watched the thing make rounds around

the Old Rug from the house on Park—

it was the last thing She had bought before…

and She’d been so proud too,

arms cradled,

teeth gleaming.

The orb bobbed up and down much like the needle of a sewing machine

creating each stitch with precision, and aiming

its body towards Him—getting closer and closer…

and then it was gone…

Two weeks later it happened again…

This time It attacked the armchair, placing a personal vendetta

upon its very limbs.

He and this armchair, they both had been eroded down by

Time and His own Faults.

Circling Him now was the mirage of what would have been

and who he had become…

withered and whittled into some fifty-something-year-old tree knob.

He screamed at the resurrected body,

and facing his festering remorse,

turned and lifted the armchair right above his head and struck It down.

The Orb vanished and the Earth was still warm.

I don’t think I will post here anymore.

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 13:28:43 -0500

I don’t think I will post here anymore.

I just want friends. Especially ones who are not flakes.

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 13:08:09 -0500

I just want friends.

Especially ones who are not flakes.

Why did I just call him my mom’s husband?

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 09:55:21 -0500

Why did I just call him my mom’s husband?

Constantly on the run

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 09:55:05 -0500

Worrying about the presents I’m giving Brett’s family… I’m not sure why I care so much anymore. Pretty sure this trip will let me know if we’re going to make it in the future or not.

Going to San Antonio today to see my best friend from high school and her lovely first home that she bought with her awesome husband. Then… staying with my boyfriend’s friends and family.

Why can’t my mom’s husband just be sane?