I don’t know why I bother dressing up nice, I feel so fucking awkward and uncomfortable. :/
Blah.
Happy 21st Birthday to me~!
Just chillin here in my onsie and combating this damned eczema flare up with a shit ton of coconut oil in my green tea and slathered on my face.
But fuck it, I feel cute. :3
A customer at work commented that she liked my thighs, asked if I ran a lot. Made me feel good, man. :) Shows that I’m doing something right!! Woo!!
Yeah I know, it’s pretty vain to be like this, but fuck it, I’m not doing lunges and squats at work all day everyday for nothing!
Now to work on flattening my tummy… 6 pack here I come!
Fuck … My … Life …
Just broke my bong. :(
I just ate and finished my first salad. I know that’s really weird, but I just have a thing against the crunch of lettuce/cucumbers/onions, but I did it! Drowned the whole thing in sauce but fuck it, I ate a salad. I feel happy. :) I’m one step closer to getting over my (admittedly irrational and childish) disdain for veggies! Woo!
Today it has been 2 weeks since Luna’s passing, and there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought of him. I found this long forgotten video yesterday, and I’m so happy that I had it. This was from before Luna ever got sick, before his first seizure. Just him being stupidly happy and playful. :) I miss him so much, the house feels so quiet and empty without him.
I keep looking toward my door expecting Luna to be there, or at my feet when I’m in my desk chair. I woke up this morning with the vague hope of an annoying black and white cat pawing at my face and meowing for food, but no… The next day doesn’t hurt as much, admittedly, but it sure was an eye opener. Luna is no longer here, but it’ll be ok. Life goes on, I had my time with him, now it’s time to move on. He will never be forgotten, so as long as I keep him in my heart, he will always be here for me. Luna wouldn’t want me sad anymore. :)
So it’s decided…
My cat, Luna, is being euthanized this Saturday at 9:40 am. New blood tests are in, he has kidney failure. There’s nothing more we can do for him at this point. He’s old, he can’t walk, doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink, doesn’t /move/. He doesn’t head but me anymore, doesn’t talk, doesn’t even purr. It’s time… I just don’t want to see him go. I’ll probably be spamming his cute little face for the next few days, haha.
My mom is talking about putting down Luna. He keeps peeing everywhere, he’s not eating, he’s on meds that he hates to take, and he’s so lifeless and boney …
Ok, I got 30 minutes in. I’m done. I can’t watch it, I’m slamming it too much.
… Why is the movie blue? Is Forks just that sad of a place that it forever has a blue filter over it?
“Created some shelf space in the bathroom.”
“Oh right, one bathroom.”
Rich bitch.
Did dad and cripple cowboy indian just go play fight in the middle of the street?
Oh god, I’m only 2 minutes into it and – This asian dude just approached her and — WTF, EVERYBODY FUCKING KNOWS HER.
Why is everything that comes out of Bella’s mouth being treated like gold?
… Edward has lipstick on. I just — Oh god. What have I done to myself? I’m 10 minutes in. I still got 2 hours and 20 minutes left. Fuck.
About to watch Twilight for the first time all the way through. Plot twist: Getting fuckin stoned beforehand.
Judge me if you like, but without even slamming the actual series for all it’s faults, I’m just not a fan of vampires, and not a fan of romance. Put the two together, and this is going to kill me.
This shit can’t be watched sober.
Might be live-blogging this, so beware the “personal” tag for the next fuck knows how many hours.
Ugh, why can’t it be socially acceptable to be stinky? I’m too damn lazy to shower for you peasants.
That awkward moment when your ex randomly messages you after not talking to him since the break up …
Uhm … I really dunno what to do here …
