There used to be a tracker on this blog. It told me almost anything I would like to know about a visitor. I made my first blog when I was 15, and it got a lot of traffic, so this has always been a natural thing for me to have.
About 3 months ago I removed it. I don’t want to know anymore. Instead I would like to clear the air and move on.
If you are here because we ended on bad terms, I am sorry. I have done a lot of shitty things, but in that moment I did not realize it.
If you’re here because you can’t take no for an answer, know that I don’t owe you anything. Take a deep breath and let it go.
If you are here because you enjoy watching me unravel, and hope I do it again soon, I feel sorry for you. You could spend all that wasted energy on something positive.
If you are here in good spirits, I am glad and I hope that you stick around.
I am just trying to survive the unfortunate parts of life and appreciate the good. My life has been a rollercoaster. There are things I wish I could forget and years that I can’t seem to remember. I have been selfish and guarded, but that was absolutely necessary. I will continue to find my peace, and I hope that you find yours.
I’ve had a bug bite on my leg for about 2 months. It’s healing at the speed of molasses.
Might be turning into spider woman soon, or have an experience of the fourth kind.
Sorry I’m not sitting in this church parking lot looking for Jesus, I’m just hacking your portal?
Have you ever replayed a conversation in your head and then accidentally said part of it out loud…. around other people?
I accidentally moved into a neighborhood full of old white people.
Everyone seems nice, except for this one guy that is always cleaning his jeep and giving me the stink eye.
Someone found my blog by searching “the most sinister woman to ever dance on the face of the earth.”
I’m the first result.
Just learned that my gym has this thing called Pizza Mondays. I guess I’m gonna start going to the gym on Mondays. I’ll be leaving with a gym bag full of pizza.
This girl just said “it hurt so bad, my eyes were watering. I think I was crying.”
1. The cats and dog in this house are soooo needy, how the hell do people take care of children?
2. It must be nice to have a penis. But only in the sense that you have this thing attached to you that girls want to ride.
3. I’m listening to Pony by Ginuwine.
My Nana died at the age of 86.
When I was a kid, I spent many afternoons and evenings at her house.
She smoked cigarettes all day. So many that I would open the sliding glass door and stick my head out.
I asked her why she smoked so much, and she said that cigarettes were her only friends.
In her seventies, she had to stop smoking. She didn’t get cancer. She just couldn’t breath.
When she died, nobody knew for a month. All of those cigarettes didn’t kill her.
It was just the loneliness of life.