I promised myself I'd use the blogger almost everyday as writing practice. Once again I got bored quickly and stopped. Like in highschool I needed a nag to complete my work since I graduated well I had some good nags. Now it's just me and I'm trying out some semblance of responsibility, including making my bed, paying my bills, and writing on here. Well, my bed is made and I'm on here for today so I'm at least half way to being an adult.

Broken Love

‎'hope to skype with you soon.' From the Lovely Jackass.

I loved who you were so like a senile fool let me reminescence because it is the only way I don't have to hurt for hating you.
-From the Lovely Jackass.  

Who knew being told "I love you," could leave tiny tears on your heart with nobody fingers on the needle to fix them.
- From the Lovely Jackass.

Home

A conversation with my cousin is marked with stops, clanks, and chopping. We both spend a lot of time in the kitchen, she with her summer vegan diet and her vegetarian winters. Me, I prefer my 'Man vs. Food' diet; give me a three feet long chicken frigate sandwich with bananana pepper ketchup and mango chutney any day. We talk for hours on end about very different subjects it's amusing to bounce ideas off my creative, mystifying, funky, off beat cousin. Her view of life is that protecting your family and yourself is all important. She demands that her body does as she asks of it, she teaches her sisters about drugs and drinking by saying no drugs and encouraging responsible drinking. Then cracks sex jokes like the one about Jiffy Lube (a jiffy is a .5 nanosecond) where the lube job is a natural one. Her half serious, half class clown personality is occasionally like being whipped up in a storm and yet placed gently on your feet.

Friends and boys

I'm so glad I'm not into boys, being leisban might limit the dating pool a little but in trade off I get to love some extraordinarly beautiful, intelligent, respectful, amazing women. Well, anyway my straight female friend from high school is doing some diastrous shit to herself involving not one but two things with penises. (I refer to them that way because both men make my skin crawl not because I'm man hating lesbian who thinks men keep women down) Well, anyway my friend is cheating on her new boyfriend with her old boyfriend. The old boyfriend temporarily destroyed her life as in he choose to be kind of guy who shared every private thing about her on the internet, and she's choosing to hurt the 'better' guy by letting her old boy friend back into her life to be able to learn more private stuff about her. Why may I ask do humans feel the need to hurt themselves on the path to find Mr/ Mrs. Right?

Living Alone

There are two major things about living alone:
1. You can come home and tuck your feet under your thread worn pajama clad butt. Next, sigh in content at the decoration and pride you put into your own living room without having to compromise or worry about anyone else as I bite into my juicy cheeseburger with tomato. I'm selfish enough to like that.

2.  There's no one around to help you figure out why when you turn the refrigerator down to the lowest setting it's still turning your milk to slushy status. Hmm, I'm only 21 so I think I could still be dignified in yelling, "Mommy, help."