Honest Tuesday’s: I Turn Tables.
Mar 15, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Etc., Friendship, Honest Tuesday's, Random
Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s! A place where you can come and be totally honest about shit that you normally would not be honest about.
So yeah. I don’t turn tables like a DJ or anything like that. (That would be rad if I was though.)
Instead, I turn tables in this blog and ask YOU questions that you get to be honest about. I am not gonna lie. Some might make you feel uncomfortable.
Deal with it.
On that note … Do you or Would you …
…. think that when your significant other is away from you that they are cheating?
…. start off a conversation with “FYI, I only plan on listening to part of your conversation because I think you are fucking boring” if you know that you will ahead of time, to avoid wasting that 10 minutes of your life?
…. stop masturbating when your significant other enters the room?
…. throw temper tantrums as an adult?
…. reveal all of your fantasies, no matter how dirty or socially unaccepted?
…. shelter your kids from everything, some things, or nothing at all?
…. cry, even if you’re only crying because you feel sorry for yourself?
…. always forgive, even if you never forget?
…. avoid confrontation, even if all you want to do is punch a bitch in the mouth?
…. lie to your kids to save their feelings?
…. act as if you like the food, even if you are literally gagging it down with each bite … simply to spare someone’s feelings?
…. suffer complete unhappiness so that your kids are raised in a 2 parent home?
…. consider yourself a true friend, or a fair weather friend?
…. simply wait for someone to shut up so you can begin talking?
…. ever wonder what your life would be like if you took the other path?
Have a WONDERFULLY Honest Tuesday! 
Tags: Honest Tuesday's, honesty, lies, truth, Tuesday
Honest Tuesday’s: I Don’t Like You. It Is Easier That Way.
Mar 8, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, Etc., Friendship, Honest Tuesday's, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
’scuse me while I ramble a bit… and feel free to relate if you wish.
I am sure that I am not alone when I say that I feel most content surrounded by the people I love. But I am probably one of few that doesn’t have that many people surrounding them anymore.
It seems like no matter how hard I try, the people I love the most diminish with time and happenings and exchanges of words. It makes me sad. It breaks my heart. It causes me to look in the mirror and ask myself what I as a friend could have possibly done to push them so far away.
But then, maybe it isn’t me.
I am difficult to love, and I like it that way. Why should my devotion come so easy to everyone? Is it fair to think that the people in my life should work hard to earn my love, trust and loyalty? I would work hard to reciprocate for theirs. In every relationship that I have ever encountered, I have worked hard to show them exactly how important they are to me.
I wonder why I find less and less people willing to do the same. As if, it is acceptable to give 50% in a friendship all of a sudden?
D tells me that so many people are terrified of me. Intimidated even. That they are afraid of what I might say to them. What do you mean? You are afraid of someone possibly telling you the truth? Is that what “friendship” has come to? Lying to one another? It makes me sad to know that people walk on eggshells… but at the same time, my guard remains up because really, I don’t give a fuck. I am gonna be me and say what I think, and ask for forgiveness later if it comes down to having to.
Fact is, I don’t like people. I don’t trust people. So excuse me if I don’t run and hug you and tell you all of my deepest, darkest secrets when we first meet.
Regardless, my life and my love are mine… and I choose who to share them with. If it isn’t you… then you haven’t proved to me that you are worth my love. If I shared it with you, and it was betrayed by you… then shame on me for allowing you in in the first place… It is too bad that you are gone, but with or without you…
I am going to love life, and live love.
Because that is how I roll.
Thoughts?
If you could have any car you wanted, which car would you choose? Would it be practical or flashy?
Imagine you woke up one morning to find you had switched bodies with me. What would you do?
Tags: eggshells, Friendship, guard, intimidate, love
Honest Tuesday’s: Get Back on Track, Fattie!
Feb 15, 2010 Current Events, Honest Tuesday's, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, The Tarably Wicked Show, Thoughts and Perceptions, Yum... or Lack There Of.
Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s! A place where you can come and be totally honest about shit that you normally would not be honest about.
Sooooooooo… yeah. I have been completely off of my game diet-wise. an umpteen amount of Cheeseburgers, ice cream, chocolate … pizza … carbbbbbbbbbbbbbsssssssssssssss …
Sooooooooo… yeah. I haven’t worked out. Not a lick.
The deal is, I have maintained the weight loss that I have accomplished and I am proud as hell of myself about it. However, losing it doesn’t mean that it will stay off. It also doesn’t mean that just by losing weight that I am where I want to be with my body. I want tone arms and a somewhat flat tummy. I want to wear tank tops that don’t show off boobmeetsthearm fat.
I was on point for months. Then came the holiday’s.
It seemed to be the hardest when I started this 37 pound weight loss journey. Now I am finding it harder to restart. Especially knowing exactly how damn close I am to being where I want to be.
Saying it out loud is always the best thing for me. I am off track. So is my Tarable. And we (no pun intended) feed off of each other. So when she is focused … so am I. When I am off … so is she.
So here we are, 3 months-ish until summer. 3 months-ish until our Wine Country trip. 3 months-ish until boats
and bathing suits and sleeveless and laying out and mini skirts and shorts. 3 months. I am 15 pounds from it. that is only 5 pounds a month. 5 pounds and working out every single day. Not just for the weight part … but I know I will feel better every day. Working out always ties everything together.
Home, work and health.
So. I said it out loud. We are starting over, just as focused as we were almost a year ago at the beginning of the journey. It is almost as if we have come full circle. Only now it is finishing what we started … with almost the entire race behind us.
I am pretty stoked about that fact.
What do you need to be honest about this week?
Would you rather always get first dibs or the last laugh?
Would you rather eat a handful of hair or lick three public telephones?
Tags: diet, exercize, focus, goals, health, south beach, weight loss, work out
Honest Tuesday’s: I Can Do It! … ?
Feb 8, 2010 Honest Tuesday's, I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Hello and welcome to Honest Tuesday’s. A place to be honest about shit that you would not or can not normally be honest about to anyone in your “real lives” for one reason or another.
Today mine is involved with some self worth … insecurity issues.
Most of you know that I am an aspiring writer. I have written many a poem and eleventy million blogs where some have had a teeny bit of editorial content to them. My biggest accomplishment was last August when I published my book all by myself.
It took me almost 2 years and the death of a new friend to build up the confidence to do that. It wasn’t perfect enough. What if no one likes it? Blah Blah talkmyselfoutofit Blah. But then I just fucking manned up and did it.
And I am so damn happy that I did.
Especially considering the fact that, after countless publishing companies that I have submitted my work to, one finally said yes. YES! A 365 day contract. 1 year. *grin*
My confession on this Honest Tuesday is that I never really thought that I would ever be published. Just like every day when I go to work I have to self talk my way into believing that I can actually make a successful mark at this new job. Just like I have always just kinda flew under the radar of excellence. Not because I am incapable … but because it has always just been easier to be average.
The let down is much less of one in the long run. Or at least in my experience anyway.
I am sure many of you read my blog before back on the space about my most embarrassing moment. Looking back now at who I was … and who I have grown to be … it wasn’t just an embarrassing moment for me. It was a moment that has essentially defined the last 13 years of my life.
For those of you who aren’t in the know … … in a nutshell … …
I spent my entire youth being the best at what I put my effort toward. Make fun of me all you want to but I was a band geek. I spent years in 1st chair in my wind ensemble and in my free time played in symphonies where I was one of 2 or the only flutist in the organization. I won awards and competitions and played many a solo. I was the best of the best.
So when I made the decision to join the Navy, I wanted to continue my journey as a musician in the Navy band. I was required to compose my own piece. As in write it out full score. Then I was to memorize it and play it in front of the judges at the Naval base in Everett.
So I did. I wrote an amazing piece and practiced my ass off. I knew every fucking note as if it was my second language. The day of the audition, my mom came with me. I was ready. Just like every other God damned solo I had ever played in my life. Just like every other God damned audition I had ever aced. I was calm and collected and confident that I would handle business.
I entered the stage area and was faced with 5 decorated officers in a panel in front of me. (Knowing what I know now about military decorations … they are waaaaaaaay more intimidating than they actually are in real life.) Seeing them and being under the spotlight … shook me. I froze. I forgot my piece. I forgot how to fucking play the instrument that I had been playing for 10 years of my life. Meaning, when they allowed me a chance to play what I had written, the notes swam across the page. No longer was it my second language. It was instead a completely foreign language in some dialect that I had never heard before in my life.
I motherfucking blew it.
The reason I say that it was a defining moment of my last 12 years is because looking back on them, I have never really accomplished excellence. I literally have done exactly what I needed to do to remain successful enough. Not overly anything. I just didn’t give a fuck enough about any of it to really push myself. That, and I would rather expect to blow it than think I was gonna nail it and save myself the heartbreak when I did. I always have found myself questioning my excellence. Questioning my self worth. Questioning whether or not I am good enough.
The fact is, average is not me. Because of one stupid moment of weakness, I have made it me to save face in my own little pity party of waaaaaaaaaaah. When instead, I should have known it to be an everything happens for a reason moment and learned from it. As I have approached and entered my 30’s … I have really been working on practicing what I preach. You know, owning my words as if I were my own reader. Taking this new job has really pushed me to work outside of my element as well. It is unacceptable to be average. It is completely unacceptable to fly under the radar. Furthermore, being successful and striving for excellence is so rewarded and recognized that it is stupid to not want to be a part of it.
Never before have I been surrounded by more motivated and inspiring people, which has allowed me to not get discouraged at all of the “No’s” I have received. There is always a “Yes” following somewhere… you just have to push through all of the “No’s” first to get to it.
So instead of asking myself whether or not I think I can do something … I am working on reminding myself that, when I really put my mind to something … I absolutely with no doubt CAN and WILL do it.
Because that is what awesomeness and excellence and success is all about.
Now it is your turn. Get all HONEST up in this bitch. I promise I won’t judge you.
If you could inherit one extraordinary talent in one of the arts … what would the talent be?
Would you rather have an orgasm every 10 years OR every 10 seconds?
Tags: confidence, esteem, flute, navy, solo, success, symphony
Wicked Disorganized.
Feb 2, 2010 DUH, Etc., Honest Tuesday's, I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Wicked Wisdoms
I am so unorganized. But I am not. When it comes to work and school … and blogging … I am overly organized.
At work especially. I am suuuuuuuper organized. I have files and labels and places for everything. My desk stays clean 95% of the time. I cannot function in chaos at work. Same with school. Being that my time is so limited, I really cannot waste any minute on trying to find some shit I need for school.
At home though? Fuck. I could really use some help.
I have bills upon bills upon papers upon random letters and cards and shit that I do not need all over the place. My closet is a hot mess 95% of the time. I swear I go and get it all organized … and the next day it is as if I never even put forth an ounce of effort. My dresser drawers do not have any order what so ever. There are the most random fucking things in every single drawer. I have clothes that I know for a fucking FACT that I will never wear again because they are mostly 200lb clothes and uhm I don’t weigh 200lbs anymore, (YAY) nor will I ever be again because I stay working on my health and fitness. (most of the time anyway.)
Annnnnnnydisorganized…
My linen closet is hilarious. I don’t even know where to begin … and don’t even get me started on the boxes in the coat closet.
I have no idea why this is. I am not the hoarding type, with the exception of paperwork. I am a fucking w e i r d o with a capitol W when it comes to paperwork. Bills, letters, bills, statements, letters, cards, pictures, school shit for me and Xavier… yet there is no system for it. None. Like, if you were to come over and open a random drawer or box, you would find all kinds of shit that was completely unrelated to one another. They might be in a box with like … I dunno … some board games, or VHS movies that I will never watch again but cannot seem to get rid of to save my life.
Fuck. Am I a part-time hoarder? WTF is wrong with me?
No. Nope. Nuuuhuhhh. *shakes head*
I am making a late entry resolution. Not a “New Years Resolution” but more of a life resolution. I am going to take baby steps to get myself organized. First step is to rid myself of shit that I do NOT need. Second? Get a file cabinet with file folders to implement some sort of bill/ppwk filing process in my house. This means that I am going to have to start actually opening them when they come in the mail.
Fuuuuuuck.
I may or may have forgotten to mention that I am notorious for simply tossing a bill that I don’t feel like paying or that I know I cannot afford to pay. Or simply putting it off and saying I will “deal with it later” and then never dealing with shit.
If I am going to ever pay down my debt and fix my credit … I am going to have to stop pretending that my debt isn’t there. Truthfully, I am a great pretender. Not in 2010 though. This is something that I absolutely must do this year and in order to do it, I need to be focused and clear minded and ORGANIZED.
So that is precisely what I will do … tomorrow … heh.
What is your organizational style?
Am I alone with this?
Would you rather … Run your tongue down ten feet of a New York City street or press your tongue into a strangers nostril?
Tags: 2010, bills, debt, disorganized, hoarder, money, organization, resolution
Honest Tuesday’s: People are NOT Honest People Anymore.
Jan 25, 2010 Current Events, Honest Tuesday's, Ranteriffic, Suck It!, bitch
There may or may not be angry in this blog. Just saying.
Iamanidiotandsomehowmisplacedmyfuckingpursewithmyentirelifeinit.
Entire life? Yep.
Checkbook.
BRAND NEW FUCKING DRIVERS LICENSE.
Xavier’s Gamestop Gift Card.
New DISCONTINUED MAC BLUSH AND LIPGLOSS.
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OF MY MONEY. Like LITERALLY ALL OF IT.
Chanel WALLET.
My motherfucking KEYCARD FOR WORK.
My kids photos. Photos of my family.
Business cards.
Credit cards.
The $5000 receipt for D’s entire studio.
2 jars of espresso. (WHICH I COULD REALLY FUCKING USE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY CARDS AND CASH WERE ALSO IN MY PURSE AND I CANT BUY COFFEE NOW.)
That is all I can remember but I am sure that there will be more added to this list. Don’t ask me how or why or what or who does that because I have already fucking been there. I have already racked my brain and called the places I need to call to cancel or stop or ask politely through gritted teeth if someone was AN HONEST PERSON and turned my bag in.
Fuck it. Take the money. Take the cards. But I bet that the rest of my shit is in a fucking trash can somewhere covered in Big Mac sauce with zero regard for who it belonged to. My purse was my very first Coach purse that I bought myself with my HARD EARNED MONEY. It may not mean shit to anyone else but me and no one else may understand that but I dont care. It is mine. My Chanel wallet was a GIFT from someone who I care about very much. I BOUGHT MYSELF THAT MAKEUP FOR CHRISTMAS BECAUSE I WORKED MY ASS OFF AND DESERVED TO TREAT MYSELF TO SOMETHING NICE. Like, JUST BOUGHT IT.
This is why I turn shit like this in. Because KARMA IS A CUNT. I don’t play around with karma one bit. If I find a purse or a wallet, I look for a drivers license. Some way to contact the rightful owner. Same with cell phones. I call every number in the book, looking for an owner or someone who can get the phone to the actual owner. These things have value. Not even monetary. Do you know how long it takes to replace shit like that?!
FOREVER. I still am missing numbers from old phones that have been stolen.
And, I get it. It is all just “stuff”. It can and will be replaced. And, I will get over it sooner than later. Know that. But right now, TODAY … IAMFUCKINGREALLYMADANDDISGUSTEDWITHGHETTOCLASSLESSPEOPLE who cannot seem to fucking get past themselves for FIVEFUCKINGSECONDS.
Yep. It affected my entire day. Shonuff did. Especially because I couldn’t do the things I wanted to do because someone else took that from me.
LIKE HAVE COFFEE OR USE MY MAKEUP THAT I TO USE BECAUSE IT WAS IN MY FUCKING PURSE.
So fuck you, ASSHOLE for anonymously ruining my and everyone else who was affected around me for being a caffiene-less, stressed out cunt all day.
The end.
Feel the need to rant about something? Go.
Who gets the Asshole Award in your life today?
Tags: asshole award, Chanel, coach, Honest Tuesday's, mac makeup, stolen
Honest Tuesday’s: Say What You Need to Say.
Jan 18, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, DUH, Honest Tuesday's, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, bitch
Hello! Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s. A place where you can come and be honest about shit that you would be dishonest about otherwise.
So this topic today is not something that I am admitting any dishonesty about. Because if any of you know me, you know that I am 99.9% gonna tell your ass about yourself. Unless 1) I might get fired or 2) I might go to jail. And even then I have taken the risk.
Anyway…
Sometimes I feel like I am surrounded by cowards. People who are so scared to just tell someone how they feel.
“We really aren’t friends.”
“I am in love with you but I am too stubborn to say it first.”
“I didn’t invite you out for a reason.”
“No. I am NOT going to call you.”
“I think you are repulsive and would rather not have sex than have sex with you.”
“I am cheating on you.”
“If I wanted you to show up, I would have invited you.”
“We don’t hang out because your significant other is a complete fucking douchebag.”
“Your breath smells like someone took a shit in your mouth.”
“I hate it when you constantly interrupt me in the middle of a sentence.”
I mean seriously?! Are you that afraid of being a real person to where you lead them along their merry way … believing something to be true that is complete and total bullshit? How is someone ever going to be able to fix that annoying thing that they have no clue is in fact annoying in the first place?
Say what you need to say. You are doing no one any favors by keeping it to yourself. Especially not the person whom you are keeping it from.
Furthermore, how asshole-ish are you to talk shit about a person behind their back? Anything you have to say behind their back … you need to figure out how to say it to their face. What are we? 12th graders? Is this fucking Mean Girls but in real life?
Say what you need to say. Fuck sparing someones feelings. Fuck being polite. Fuck smiling in someone’s face in an effort to not cause a scene or drama.
Just fucking tell them. I am over hearing about how so’n’so is blah blah blah all of the time. If you don’t fucking like them, then God damn tell them already.
Or don’t. Whatever. You are the one being a fake, 2 faced fucking asshole. Not me.
Fuck.
Get your weekly honesty out. Say sumpin!
Tags: high school, Honest Tuesday's, honesty, mean girls, say what you need to say
Preferred Peeves.
Jan 11, 2010 DUH, Family, Honest Tuesday's, Masturbate-able, Random, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sex, Suck It!, This Thing Called Marriage.
Everyone has preferences. Me, being the picky bitch… has A LOT of them. I mean…. HELLA.
I prefer a man to smell like dryer sheets or soap than cologne. (same with a woman.)
I prefer lilies or wildflowers to roses.
I prefer brunettes to blondes.
I prefer unripe bananas to ripe bananas.
I prefer vodka to any other liquor.
I prefer box wine. (shutup.)
I prefer rough sex to gentle sex. (most of the time)
Speaking of sex, YAY for sex last night. YAY for waking me up with a nice fat D cock, and even more YAY to instantaneous orgasms. I swear, he only gets better with age. No man on the planet can work my body like he can, and in such a short amount of time sometimes.
In this case, gentle sex was better. Mainly because it had been 60 days and I wanted it that way.
*satisfied sigh*
I think I will predict that it is going to be tough to get out of bed in the morning. That might also be why I am in a mood today. A smart ass Cassie kind of mood. HEH.
Oh eat a dick Cass. *snicker* You know you are the smartassiest broad in my life. LMFAO.
Also, I have several pet peeves. I cant help it if little things bother me.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when more than one peeve happens in the same situation.
This makes for a peeved Wicked.
Pet peeve 1~ having to wake up and motivate before 9am without coffee.
Pet peeve 2~ drivers. of any kind. before coffee. (my road rage is awful FYI)
Pet peeve 3~ customer service reps who don’t speak English well enough to carry on a conversation. or actually provide you with the correct services that you asked for.
pet peeve 4~ said non English speaking person referring to you as lady instead of the name I was fucking born with.
Anyway, the other day I had this appointment. These fools want me there at 8 am.
8.
a
m
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If you aren’t already aware, I am not a morning person. People usually steer clear until after my coffee is gone or after 10am, whichever comes first. So let me tell you how fucking angry I was to be in this place at 8am. And then to have to re-explain why I am here to this fucking guy FOUR fucking times for him to actually understand the words that were coming out of my mouth. (or so I thought anyway)
So I am sitting there, minding my own business, when no speaka comes up and says to me (which brings me to pet peeve … #5)
“Lady you need to ….”
Can you guess what pet peeve 5 is?
Yeah. Someone telling me what I need to do.
Anyfuck.
So I wait for an hour before 10am before coffee after telling this fucker 235673453 times what I needed to fucking have this guy tell me that he fucked up *gasp* and called the wrong department.
i.went.clean.the.fuck.off.
I scared him I think because someone saw me right away. Like less than a minute after I began on my sleep deprived, stress induced, lack of coffee rage.
All he could say was ‘lady’ over and over again. *fuming*
Then I had to listen to this bitch yap on and on about (pet peeve 5) what I need to fucking be doing. Even after I informed her what I was already doing that was what she was trying to tell me what I needed to be doing.
Pet peeve 6~ People talking to hear themselves talk.
What are some of your pet peeves?
Tags: pet peeves, preferences
Honest Tuesday’s: I Never Keep My Resolutions
Jan 5, 2010 Current Events, Family, Honest Tuesday's, I WIN!, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Wicked Wisdoms, pillow talk
Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s! A place where you can be honest with me about all of the shit you cannot be honest with everyone else!
I was thinking about making a bunch of resolutions like I do every year, but then I realized that I am horrible at keeping mine.
For example:
1999: I am finally going to divorce my loser (first) husband. <-- This didn't happen until *almost* 2001. We were married 3 and 1/2 years but maybe spent 5 months total together.
2001: Lose 30 pounds. <-- I gained 15.
1997: Graduate with a 3.0 GPA. <-- pssh.
2004: Finish my degree in Interior Design. <-- I didn't finish a quarter of Interior Design.
2006: Save $50 a paycheck. <-- Um. No. Living paycheck to paycheck is not something that supports this resolution. Also, I like spending money.
2007: Quit cursing. <-- HA HA HA! That lasted about ... 6 minutes.
2003: Lose 22 pounds to be eligible to join the Coast Guard. <-- I couldn't get a waiver on 5 pounds so I said fuck it. I also really liked my piercings.
2008: Go to the gym every day after work. <-- this lasted about 2 months before my excuses as to why I couldn't go took over.
2009: Publish Submissive Confessions. <-- oh WAIT! I totally did this! Yaayyyyyyyyyyyyy! Go ME!
As you can see, I suck at stick-to-it-iveness. Us Geminis are quite horrible at being all interested in shit for too long ... and shit. We tend to get all stoked about doing something and then are all like ... meh that was soooo 5 minutes ago ... or "what idea? I forgot."
Not this year. I am daring to be different. I am going to keep my resolutions this year. All NONE of them. HA!
I joke.
This year I am going to make a resolution to keep my resolutions. In doing so, I am going to accomplish the following:
1) Make Presidents Club. Oh yeah.
2) Re-learn the flute.
3) Begin the 2nd installment of Submissive Confessions.
4) Reach my goal weight of 155
5) Curse less.
I think I will set myself check ins every 3 months or so. Feel free to check back on yours if you so wish to.
Happy New Year! What were your New Year’s Resolutions?
Tags: divorce, gemini, new years resolutions, Submissive Confessions
Honest Tuesday’s: I am Addicted to…
Dec 29, 2009 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, DUH, Honest Tuesday's, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Sex, The Tarably Wicked Show, love
Welcome to Honest Tuesday’s! A place to be honest about all of the shit you cannot be honest about.
… Shopping.
Like, budget my life so that I can squeeze a couple new t-shirts or boots or makeup purchases or even unmentionables. Even if I dont really neeeeeeeeeed it. Walking into Nordstrom’s … and smelling the “New Everything” scent. I don’t want a new car scent tree for my truck, I just want a Nordstrom scent tree in my truck. In MAC eyeshadow colors.
Speaking of MAC …
… Makeup. Thank you Tarable, for enabling my addiction to these pretty round black container treasures. “Naked Lunch”? I mean, who wouldn’t want to wear that on their face?! I love how the lip gloss smells like doughnuts. I love playing with the new colors and seeing what they look like on my face. I love how every color and brand is different. Like when walking into Sephora … and you walk through the Urban Decay section. It is so different from MAC; new and fresh and pretty. And when you put it on your face it looks so pretty. IT IS PRETTY.
… Cheeseburgers. I fucking love a good cheeseburger. Love. Especially when starting a second round of South Beach Phase 1 to look not like rolly pollys after the holiday’s. I want a god damned cheeseburger so bad. That I can literally taste the ketchup, pickle and mustard in my mouth as we speak. I may or may not be salivating a little bit while typing this. (pee ess: Dear McDonalds, fuck you for .99 cheeseburgers.)
… (this is alllll Tarable) Cigarettes. I love to smoke. I do. I love it. I fuuuuuuuuucking love it. I know it is bad for me. I know I need to stop doing it. But I love to smoke them. Especially when I am stressed out. Or drunk. And on the way to work. Cig in one hand, coffee in the other.
Speaking of Coffee:
… Coffee. I absolutely MUST have coffee. M U S T H A V E I T I N M Y M O U T H. People who dont know me dont understand that if I dont have it, I may very well kill them Dexter styles and bury them in my backyard if they are all in my face prior to coffee consumption. I am not the one anyway, but without my latte I am DEFINITELY LESS THE ONE THAN WITH IT.
Pass THAT the fuck on.
… Shoes. Ohhhhhhh sweet baby Jesus of shoes. I love the smell of new shoes in the box. I love the tissue paper surrounding the shoes in the box and how it isnt even wrinkled. I love when you buy a new pair of shoes at Nordstroms and you ruin them the first time wearing them … that they will replace them. No questions asked. I love the way new expensive shoes feel on my feet. Not to rag on bargain buy’s … but the feeling of spendy shoes vs. notsomuch is the difference in feeling between Tiffany’s and Claires.
… Sex. I am like a man. I have sex on the brain 24 hours a day 7 days a week. My brain is like 7-11 in comparison when it comes to the topic of fucking and sucking. If I didn’t have to do anything else … like work … I would have sex all the time. My vagina would be a 24 hour establishment. However, this constant penetration can only be with that one person. Not some random piece of strange that I met at the bar who is now a vajay stalker. (Hypothetically or Tarable-cally speaking of course.) I like to talk about it. Do it. Think about it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. I cant help that it is on the brain all the time. I JUST WANT IT.
… My Phone. Yep. Facebook. Pandora. Text. Email. Scrabble. Weird facts. Calendar. Facebook. Pandora. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. Facebook. Facebook. Facebook.
… Tarable. And she is addicted to me. We have come to the conclusion that we were separated at birth. We both have no clue what we would do without each other. What I do know is that we need to talk to each other at least once a day. Weird I know but whatever.
… Wine. Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Wine is the 3rd wheel in our bestfriendcapades. Box or bottle, gimme some in mah mouth. K?
*phew*
What are YOU addicted to?
What have you not been honest about this week?!
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