Don’t feed me your political BS and point the finger at me when you are tapping away on that iPhone, buddy. The iPhone factory in China had nets placed around it due to the excessive amount of suicides people committed jumping off the building because of the horrible working conditions they are/were subjected too. We are all a bunch of greedy, self-righteous fucking consumers. We are ALL to blame. Get of yer high horse, dickweed.
Is it possible to hate somebody because you are both so much like alike? I met someone who is like the male equivalent of me, and shit went sour cause feelings got involved way back when, and now we don’t talk. I can’t help but feel like we could have been best friends, and it sucks. I think about it from time to time, and last night I had a dream he called me up, we said our apologies and we had a lot of fun tearing it up out here. I checked my phone, and there was nothing. As much as I want to be friends, I kind of hate him too? This makes no sense.
Whatever.
As I’m sure everybody is sick of hearing about already, I moved to Austin Texas this weekend from Los Angeles. Honestly, I have never felt more at home. although it is cold and raining currently, I’m thankful because Austin is recovering from a serious drought this past summer. It’s going to be a beautiful spring!
So far we have eaten some of the most delicious foods which include:
torchy’s tacos [fried avocado tacos]
buffalo fries [french fries with buffalo wing sauce, cilantro, blue cheese and chipolte ranch dressing]
Some of the best bbq in the world from Franklin’s in S. Austin
etc… not to mention getting blitzed on 6th street for less than $10.
I just found this one bar that gives $5 martinis and free manicures on ladies’ night.
It ‘s been a lot of fun so far just wandering downtown. Julian and I are in love with our apartment! It’s pretty big for the two of us. The location is a dream, we are like 5 minutes from downtown and we can walk or ride our bikes to pretty much anything. All we need is a couch and microwave!
I miss all my friends back home, and I look forward to you guys coming to visit me. This is really a cool city with A LOT to do. You’ll see why I love it so much soon enough.
xox
In the last three days I’ve had to say goodbye to two best friends, both parents, step parents, my brother, my sister and Julian’s Dad. Needless to say I am emotionally exhausted. I know I’ll see every last one of them again, but it’s rather difficult. And why is it we give the best hugs as we part ways? Why is it that last glance you catch as you turn to walk away is the one that flashes back over and over on the drive back home?
I’m a sobbing wreck.
Me: (as boyfriend is watching the big bang theory) …babe this show is terrible.
Julian: I know… People only watch this show cause that chick’s boobs are always showing through her shirt anyways.
Me: Why are you looking??? BABE!
Julian: You only watch basketball cause you can see the guy’s junk flying around!
Me: honey, if you could see their junk “flying” around, there would be a hell of a lot more women Into sports.
Julian: *nods head* good point.
I wake up everyday feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. Hey guys, I think I’m in love.
Bust out the plaid shirts an bearded men! This is the greatest month for us chicks who love our rugged menz. I love beards. Now, while men get to have all the fun, the ladies still suffer.
I’m kind of bummed no-shave november is non applicable to women, but it’s understandable because it’s kind of gross.
There are very few who can get away with it. There was the recent Sports Illustrated model who didn’t shave her legs and she was HOT. There are the select few pixie cut model-esque women who can rock the Euro underarms even, but me? No.
I will continue to dump serious $ on razors month after month. I will continue to miss the spot on my knees, and cry when I slice my ankles by mistake. I will hate myself when I get goosebumps and feel all stubbly again.
I’m moving to Europe.
Moving to Austin in like 2 months. I want to bartend, I want to do hair. I want to paint, write, draw… I want to eat good food, I want to be surrounded by low-key, like-minded individuals. I am far too excited. Finally making my getaway.
You are not a writer, a poet, a model nor a photographer. You are a Tumblr spamming, hipstamatic addict with a webcam and are about as deep as a kiddie pool. You are not your fucking fashion frames, you are not your “vintage” oxfords….
Where have I been? I don’t even know. My mind has been running a mile a minute and I haven’t even gotten anywhere.
It takes a miracle to get me out anywhere. It’s like pulling teeth to pry me from my “cave” to do much anything.
I remember looking forward to going out on nights like this, nights so cold and crisp my leggings would catch on goosebumps- but I’d be dammned if I let it stop me. “Fuck pants.” we’d say as we huddled together and braved the cold, my girls and I; simply unstoppable. I spend my days confined to my room for the most part, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
I lay in bed and watch the morning news. I drink my coffee. I shower, I get dressed. I send out job applications. I read my eBooks, I’ll paint from time to time, I’ll spend the afternoon moping over some shitty things I’ve said. I’ll fuck around & occupy my mind with stupid little tasks to fill the time, counting down the hours until I can climb back into bed to repeat the process all over again.
And here I lay, sick [AS ALWAYS- go me! I can barely walk or lift my arms this week. No big deal.] under a heating blanket, pouring what’s left of my indifferent heart onto all of you. Victims at best, you read my bullshit, and “like” my posts. Chances are I’ve flaked on all of you who know me multiple times, and I wish I could say I’m sorry.
I need to get the fuck out of LA.
