“The average marriage now lasts less than seven years.”
—MSN. I’m not sure if that’s true or not since they don’t cite it, but if so, I find it extremely sad.
August 2008
July 2008
File Under: Confessions
I hate flights of stairs. I’m convinced that if I fall down them, I’ll die.
True story.
“I don’t know what I’ve done, or if I like what I’ve begun, but something told me to run and honey you know me - it’s all or none. There were sounds in my head, little voices whispering that I should go and this should end, and I found myself listening. Cause I don’t know who I am, who I am without you. All I know is that I should.”
—Where I Stood by Missy Higgens
“So don’t expect the end of the world to come one day out of the blue - it’s been happening every day for a long time.”
—Marilyn Manson
RIP
I just found out that a guy I used to work with is dead. I don’t know how, or what happened. He was so full of energy and life when I knew him…And he has a son, if I remember correctly. It’s so tragic.
Also - it’s hard to remember that I need this, when I’m hurting so badly. When I miss him so much.
I think it’s a tiny bit awesome that, as little as I am, people on the Compare People application on Facebook think that I’m more likely to win in a fight. Damn right bitches. I will fuck you up.
Haha.
“She has like, no soul or something.”
—my sister about a girl we know
OMG. I’m in a Facebook time warp!
The End.
It’s done. 3 years in the making and now - it’s over. But it was on my terms, and that helps. Not that it hurts any less. Not that it made saying those things any easier. But at least I know it’s happening this way because I choose for it to. On the flip side, I’ll have only myself to blame if I decide tomorrow or next week or next year that I regret it. If. I hate that word, because there’s so much speculation involved. The truth is that I don’t know where I, or he, will be in a week or in a year. I can’t even honestly say where I’ll be tomorrow considering that the shock of it all is making me feel a little numb today. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow saying “oh shit I really fucked this up let’s start over” - but somehow, I doubt it. Deep down, I know this needed to happen. As much as I want to ask are you okay? did I break your heart? do you know how sorry I am?…I can’t. I can’t, because it needs to happen this way and if I get in the way of it, I’ll just keep being hurt and unhappy. For the first time in a long time, I’m putting myself first, and that’s important right now. That’s what I need right now.
If you’re out there, reading this…I miss you. Already. But I know you’re strong, and you’ll be okay. And so will I. And I’d like to think that maybe some day, when we’re both okay by ourselves, we can try being okay together again. Some day.
File Under: New Favorites
So I love Hobby Lobby. There - I said it! Also, Hobby Lobby > Michael’s. Did you know that they have awesome decorative items? And that like half of their store is always on sale? And that you get weird looks as the lone 20 year old among a whole slew of older ladies? Okay, so that part isn’t so awesome. But the rest definitely is. I spent $80 there today on two awesome vintage-looking suitcase trunks, a big brown leather and tweed round box (think hatbox but taller and more stretched out), a cute damask-print box, and a tiny little oriental style wooden box to keep some secret things in. And it was all on sale. Altogether I should have paid $140. Pretty much, it’s exactly what I was hoping to find when I went there. I think I’m going to plaster the suitcase trunks with the travel stickers my sister gave me for my birthday.
I think I have discovered a new obsession with vintage luggage. :X
“She actually hates you more than she hates anyone else here, which really is quite an accomplishment since you’re so nice and…awesome.”
—
Paul, very sincerely. He was talking about how a girl we work with (who for the record is pretty much universally disliked) despises me because I ask her to do her job ”bitch at her all the time.” Everyone is hoping that I’ll make her so mad she just quits. That happened once when I was assistant manager at Burlington. Although that [grown-ass] woman didn’t quit, she just refused to work for me and transferred to a different department. Nobody in our department was too upset about that one, either.
I just realized that this makes me sound like a huge bitch. I’m not - unless you’re lazy, incompetent, dumb, talk shit about me to people who like me, and mouth off to me when I ask you to do something your job already requires you to do. Then, maybe a little.
One of the local radio stations played Bye, Bye, Bye on my way home from class. I went “awesome!” and immediately started singing along. Welcome back, 2000.
Weird obsession
Does anybody else open a new tab when they move their focus to a different site, regardless of whether you’re going to go back to the current one or not? I am a bit obsessive about that for some reason. I also don’t like to have tabs open that I’m not actively using. Just wondering if I’m the only one with these kind of browsing habits or if it’s “normal”.
I tend to do that without realizing it. I actually just did that when I was coming to Tumblr. Most of the time I INTEND to go back to the site but other things distract me and I end up not. That’s probably why I have so many tabs open all the time.
I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t care what certain [most] people think of me, and that’s very liberating.
Favtape.com →
favtape.com
A Muxtape inspired site that automatically creates a playlist of your favorite songs from Last.fm or Pandora without the need to upload MP3’s. Here are my latest Last.fm favorites.
I love it. Here’s my last.fm one. For some reason I’m surprised that it’s any good. Do I secretly think I have terrible taste in music?
In other news, I’m reblogging like crazy to make up for my lack of posts lately. Whee!
“I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, ‘Mother, what was war?’”
—Eve Merriam (via affremblequotes) (via kiyo) (via bellavita)
