A (silver)Charmed Life

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I get a little anxious about things because, like Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I sometimes feel like I’m not living my life to the fullest.

I want to rush my relationship because I feel like I have a limited about of time to secure him. But/and at the same time, if we’re both in it for the long haul, then we’re going to appreciate this time apart, getting to know each other later on down the line.

I feel like I should journal this but I rather enjoy thinking out-loud.

I’m home alone, stoned. Well, not really alone. I have my dogs. Always. I love my life. 😊

Tomorrow, I have the whole day off. Saturday morning breakfast with the family, which happens ever week, has been moved to Sunday morning this week, so I can turn off my alarm and sleep until I my body decided to wake up. I have a feeling that might be fairly early. Hm. I hope I sleep late. I have a feeling I might sleep all day and just get stoned and be naked, watching Army Wives. Maybe I’ll clean and be productive. I need to do laundry so I have something to wear to work Sunday.

Anywho. ^_^


I’m really fucking happy I’m not just one ethnicity. All you single-“race” people are fucking nuts with your hating of other cultures, ethnicities and nationalities.

You are an embarrassment to the planet and the human race and I’m appalled.

Sure. I’m a hypocrite. I’m intolerant of intolerance.

[edited to add: A blanket statement that I know does not apply to everyone. Take it for what it is or disregard. This really is in response to some teenagers’ posts on tumblr that I read in the middle of the night last night while bored.]


So I applied at that restaurant. I have a second interview tomorrow at 2!! I have a good feeling!


I’ve decided it’s time to change “careers” again. I went home early from work yesterday because I didn’t feel well, and I didn’t go to work today for the same reason.

To be honest, I also didn’t want to be there. I don’t want that job anymore. They pay decently well, but that’s not enough. They want to give me another raise and didn’t think twice about letting me go home yesterday. They like me and want to keep me happy, it seems, but I would be so much happier elsewhere.

It’s time to get out of retail and stop depending on the money it pays me. I need to find new avenues to support myself.

I’m going to try the service industry again, mostly because it pays a lot in cash. I’m applying at a restaurant I’ve been to before and an old friend and coworker works there also. I think I’ll be better at serving than I was before. The more successful I am at something, the better I like it. I’m successful at my current job, but the consumerism of retail kills me. At least what I’ll be selling at the restaurant is good food and a good time. It’ll be a lot of me just being myself and getting shit done. Taking care of people like I would in my own home.

I’m doing all this on preparation for my future life. I’m preparing to merge my life with someone else’s and I’m no longer interested on subjecting myself to things I don’t want to do. We’re long-distance for the time being and I want to be busy during our times apart, I just want to make sure what I’m doing to keep busy serves a purpose and I enjoy doing it.

Anyway, I’m wide awake. I slept most of yesterday after I spent two hours at work, then was invited to a friend’s to raid her fridge of leftover barbecue she has from the weekend while I was in Tennessee.

Life is just way too good. ❤️

P.S. I’m stoned. ^_^

Sorry, kinda…

… If my blog is confusing to you. I like sex. I like sexual things. I like smut. But I also like food, inspirational stuff, photography, traveling, cute animal and human babies, current events.

Some of you I know in person, most of you I don’t. I hope my blog and occasional self-nudity and explicit content doesn’t offend you. I doesn’t offend me.

Anyway, carry on. I don’t mean to offend you. Xoxo