Complaining

All people do on blogger is complain.

BORING!

Relapse

I've been sober of you for a month now...

I thought I was strong enough but your power is still greater. It's like you have invisible strings attached to my back... like a marionnete, you control me.

Somehow I know that you aren't losing sleep over me.

I've been sober for a month now... but not tonight. Tonight I succumbed.

And I hit cold, hard concrete.

Au naturel

I hate waiting, especially when my "faux au naturel look" is beginning to melt down my face. Morning fucks suck.

Anyway, as I wait patiently I'll make a list of my biggest pet peeves. They aren't in any particular order and I'm just pulling them out of my ass right now.

1. Cakey makeup. Ok, I'm not putting my foot in my mouth with this since I do wear a lot of makeup but the key is wearing it while letting your own features shine through.
2. Full strip eyelashes in the daytime. The purpose is to enhance, not scream to the world "look at me, I can glue falsies on."
3. Sponge tip eyeshadow applicators.
4. PLAID. I'm so fucking sick of lumberjack as being the "cool indie kids" uniform.
5. ^^Cool wannabe indie kids. hahaha
6. Insecurity
7. Unblended makeup -_-
8. Musky smells
9. People touching my face
10. Bratty smart mouthed little kids
11. Asian men who think they are the shit because they scored a white girl. Oh, no double standard. Same goes with asian women. I seen it too many times.
12. Poor/rude diners. The way I look at it, if you don't have money to tip, then you don't have money to eat out. Plain and simple.

Gosh.. that's awfully short. Considering how big of a hater I am, I thought that it would be a longer list. Anyway, I need to put deodorant on and brush my teef. Tata!

If you just realize, what I just realized...

It's seven minutes shy of 5 in the morning.

I'm still up and I have to be up for work at 10.

I have no discipline.

Things I'm obsessed with

In no particular order...

1. V-neck everything
   --Boobs look sexier in a v-neck than in a halter. I hate stringy halters.
2. my eyebrows
   --The eyebrows are the inner frame to your face. Your hair is first.
3. finding a better good highlighter/contour powder
   --Can hide last night's chinese takeout bloat.
4. dewy skin
   --One word: ETHEREAL
5. solitaire studs
   --CLASSIC, unpretentious
6. dainty necklaces
   --Again, unpretentious. Preferrably a 16" chain so the pendant nestles nicely in the space between your clavicles. It accentuates the sexiest part of a woman's body... her neck.
7. raw green tea leaves
   --It reduces water bloat FAST!
8. Burts Bees products
   --The only products that ever soothe Ava's dry skin and my sad cuticles.

I'm pretty sure there's more. It's funny that half my obsession pertains to vanity when I don't even like getting pedicures and manicures. In my opinion its the minor details that count. A person doesn't have to have top shelf cosmetics, clothes, or pampering to be beautiful. It's how you strut what you do have. As cliche as it sounds, it's about confidence and inner beauty that fuels the best of us to shine through, drugstore clad or not.

Answers

It's like peeling a band aid off a hairy part of your leg...

There have been speculations regarding my stories... well yeah, they're all real. I'm extremely candid. I seem to think that just because they take place far away from home that they don't count? haha! Of course I would mind if people that I work/play with knew about this but they don't so I get a chance to outlet and share these bizaare happenings with others semi-anonymously. Why should I be embarassed? What I write is raw and spur of the moment. It's a diary. My life has been an exhilarating rollercoaster ride the past year. It's been a rude awakening, blessing, and inspiration. I can't imagine my life being anything else but. I would hate my life to stand still or go back to normal because I can't even remember how that's like. Hopefully it just gets more interesting from this point on.

Reboot

Change of plans. It's not a story that I am ready or mature enough to write.

Back to square one.

It's already April. Where has the year gone by? Just a year ago I was standing in this exact same position. Time for a new story.