Looks like I’ve got some art journaling coming to me.
Dip pen? Check. Waterproof ink? Check. Watercolor moleskines? Check, check. New brushes? Check. New paint? Check. Transportation? Check. What don’t I have? A life. :)
Dip pen? Check. Waterproof ink? Check. Watercolor moleskines? Check, check. New brushes? Check. New paint? Check. Transportation? Check. What don’t I have? A life. :)
does “Add to queue” mean on tumblr mobile? I have a feeling I just lost my post for eternity. Unless it posts right after this one or something…
Just try the heartbreak diet. I’ve lost 15 pounds in 3 weeks just from lack of appetite, and I hardly even noticed. It makes me feel bad seeing friends trying so hard to lose weight when I’m just dropping the pounds and at this point I don’t even need to lose anymore for my own health’s sake.
But fifth wheel is even worse, especially when there’s two wheels probably blocking you from the piss you need to take so badly. I think my bladder may explode, but nowhere near as bad as the inevitable Chernobyl that is tomorrow.
EFT. It’s a godsend. Too bad my body likes to reject all the toxins the tapping is releasing in the most unpredictable and disgusting ways. Time to cough up loads of phlegm.
I lost it a week ago and I can’t seem to get it back completely. Like, I can eat on very rare occasions, but if I’m even slightly reminded of Monday, I can’t eat for days.
The feeling when you feel you’ve replaced something. I always felt my friendships were infallible. But I guess I was wrong. There are just people who mean more to me than people I’ve had around forever.
I can pick up these pieces and put together some semblance of a life. I don’t know if I have that much confidence in myself, but I’m determined. From this moment on, I am dedicating myself to getting back everything that I’ve lost, that was ripped from my hands just as I began to realize what wonderful things I had. I will get back my love. I will get back my friends. I will get back my music. And I dare anyone try and get in my way.
Everything I love has made me feel like shit this week. Broke up on Monday. Ukulele made me cry on Tuesday. Mordour’s made me want to throw up on Wednesday. Haven’t wanted a cherry coke once since the breakup. But, a small condolence: found a bowl of dank that I’d neglected always smoking Mexican dirt weed with Tyler. A blessing from the divine female? I think so.
Wrapping Tyler’s valentine’s day gift. Let’s just say he’s going to have quite a bit of trouble tearing through a spool of ribbon, 3 rolls of duct tape, a whole pack of scotch tape latticed tissue paper, 2 1/2 rolls of scotch tape, an entire roll of wrapping paper, and 3 gift boxes. But it’ll be so worth it. :)
