‘Scuse Me … I Just Vomited In This Blog.
Aug 29, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, Etc., Fitness Forward, Friendship, Out of Wicked's Mouth, P.O.E. Biz, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
Today is as good a day as any to write a blog about things that have been 1) happening 2) not happening and 3) wandering around my thoughts like a transient.
Can you picture a transient with their backpack-on-a-stick in my head? Can ya?
What exactly is today though? Today is Friday. That is it. It is not a special day by any means. It is a Friday just like any other Friday. Instead of doing what I am supposed to be doing which is my job – I am sitting here pondering what this blog will discuss.
(by the time you are reading it though, it could very well be Sunday or Monday … but whatever.)
(Sorry K.A.)
Shit, this blog might turn in to more than one if it gets too lengthy. I may very well word vomit the fuck out of your eyes if I get a wild hair.
Don’t tempt me.
This brings me to my first thought: Should I even still blog here? It doesn’t seem like I have very many people interested in what I have to say anymore. Not that I necessarily blog for people specifically, but the commentary usually consists of 25% real comments 75% spam about a god damn vibrator website or something?
Hmmmmm … Are these spambots trying to tell me something?
Today I am wearing my fat pants. They are jeans that I haven’t worn in over a year because they were falling off of me. Literally. Not today. No way. They are quite fitted today and that actually sent me to tears over it this morning when I was looking in the mirror.
The reason behind me wearing my fat pants today might have a little something to do with the hand-to-mouth issue I have been having lately.
11PM chocolate doughnut in my mouth? Not helping.
Mashed potatoes? Not helping.
I cannot even remember all of the stupid stress/emotional/pitypartyaboutmyfatness eating I have done as of late but because of it I have gone backwards instead of forward. Now my cute clothes clothes don’t fit and I feel like shit.
So here I sit, wearing my fat pants feeling all crappy about it. And as I re-read this last thought, I am like “fuck should I really even write it? It sounds all whiny and pathetic to even be talking about it yet AGAIN. Maybe I should shut up and run my fat ass to the gym more than once in a blue moon.”
Or maybe I will do both.
Just because I fell off the wagon and picked up 10lbs along the way doesn’t mean that I cant catch back up to it and hop on.
Yeah to some it is “only 10lbs” or “you have picked up a little weight, it isn’t a big deal” but it is a lot of pounds and an even bigger deal to me. To me I can feel it from the inside out and I am not a fan. If I could find the central location of said 10lbs and click the dislike button on them I would.
That also means I am now 25 pounds from my goal. Damnit.
Moving on.
I have an opinion about specific people lately that I have spent a lot of energy keeping to myself. It is probably why there has been an absence in my blogs. Because there becomes a point where no matter how unsugarcoated and blunt I am … there is a line where too blunt could cause a rift in other peoples lives who have little to do with any of my opinions. One has to be careful when being blunt as an adult sometimes which I think is bullshit.
What I will say though is that I absolutely despise flakes. I think that Mrs. Good is my #1 advocate on this very subject actually. I am pretty sure that she could go on for hours about it if she had the time. The fact is flakiness = inconsideration for others. I am too old to have this lack of consideration in my life.
This is how non-flakiness is supposed to work:
Friend: “Lets make plans for Tuesday”
Other Friend: “Perfect! Give me a call when you have an idea what time you will be free!”
Friend: “For sure!!
Fast forward to Tuesday. What is supposed to happen is the friend is supposed to call the other friend. Why? Because that friend was the plan initiator. The other friend is the plan recipricator. The other friend goes about their business as any other Tuesday business would go. What actually happens is the friend never calls. Not to confirm or to cancel. The friend just lets the day come and go and thinks that it is okay.
Non-flakes call. They say things like “Man, I am so sorry that I cannot make it. I overbooked myself today. Can we reschedule?” How freaking simple is that? I am just wondering because fuck if people have no clue how to do this simple step.
Furthermore, there comes a point where people need to be held accountable for their actions. I will (reluctantly) be the first to admit when something is my bad. I will (force myself through gritted teeth) to apologize when I am wrong. What I will not do is try and let time pass and act as if just because 2 weeks passed, everything is now okay between me and someone else.
Lets not ignore the elephant in the room people. It is sitting right there. Say “how’d ya do!?” and keep it pushin.
Don’t come at me sideways because I sit on the elephants lap while you do the avoiding responsibility dance. Friend, family, co-worker … I don’t give a fuck. Own your shit. Or stay out of my life.
Ya digg?
Furthermore I would like to say the following to a certain couple of catty bloggers in the ’sphere: “Hate away bitches. Continue on with your high school mean girls ways. What is going to happen is this: You will come to a point where 1) people will get over your clique-y bullshit. 2) You will interact with some adults who will clown you to tears and let you and everyone else catty that is around you know what is up with your bullshit.
The bottom line is this. You may be all power trip queen of your metropolitan area, but you are not queen of the world. Your circle is not that big and I don’t give a fuck how tweet savvy you are. Karma is a bitch. Remember that.
Oh. And also, I really really really really want my long hair back. I am so sick of it being short that I could cry.
On that note, life is alright and I miss blogging but I need some people to make me feel like they want me to keep blogging here. Deal?
Name the one current event that has you fired up (in a good OR bad way) right now.
Honest Tuesday’s: Barely Naked
Aug 2, 2010 Fitness Forward, Honest Tuesday's, In It To Gym It, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms, bitch
**WARNING: You might not want to read this if you know me know me. If you do, you are reading at your own risk.**
Me: “Knock it off. I feel like I should be grazing in the grass. Chewing on some cud or something.”
D: “What? No! You are sexy.”
Me: “I am NOT sexy.”
D: “You are sexy to me!”
Me: “But I am not sexy to ME.”
I swear to fuck this ^^^ conversation has become a regular one in my Wicked domain.
I hate this conversation. I hate the way it makes me feel when my own issue hurts the feelings of the other person who matters.
But I can’t help it. A million people could tell me how pretty I look or how sexy I am … but if I don’t feel it inside … it truly doesn’t matter what they say. I have to be the one to feel that way about myself. Yanno?
It is all in my head. I get it. It is my own issue. Mine. Not his. Not yours. Mine.
I wake up and am reminded of it. I immediately pull my shirt down that has ridden up maaaaybe 2 inches and twisted itself around me while I slept, peacefully snuggled in between a 3 year old, a kitten, a new puppy (that is not really a puppy he is 2 but I am not sure I like yet) and D.
The first thing I think about when I wake up is whether or not my stomach fat shows. In my own house. Who does that?
Personal hell? I think so.
It is stupid to feel this way. I know it is. I am sure that what I see is probably not as bad as what you see, but when I look in the mirror I am repulsed. Like throw up in my mouth repulsed.
So then it goes a little somethin like:
D: “Do you wanna do it?”
Me: “No!”
D: (insert disappointed face)
Me: (insert feeling like an asshole)
I cannot make myself want something I don’t want. And it isn’t even that I don’t want ‘it’ … I simply don’t want to see myself naked and I sure as hell don’t want anyone else to either. Not even D. And we have been together for 10 years.
Gah. It is affecting everything. I am that wife. The wife I swore to God I would never ever be. But I see it happening. It is like I am stuck inside a sound proof bubble watching the fat unmotivated me take over the world and I am completely powerless over it.
Me: “I am tired.”
Me: “I have a headache.”
Me: “I don’t feel good.”
To put it simply, I am uninspired and I hate it. My life isn’t even all fucked up. I really have absolutely nothing to bitch about and I am bitching anyway.
I am barely naked and that sucks because I really fucking LOVE being naked. !!!!
Fuck. Am I really even writing this?
Someone tell me to getthefuckoverit already.
Ready, set, GO!
(p.s. I am getting my shit back on track. I am paying attention to what I am eating and firmly reminding myself that a cheeseburger a day does NOT keep the DR. away. Also, I worked out tonight and it felt great. Now to make it a habit again. 
Ya Digg!?)
What inspires you?
Anniversary Trip FTW!
Jul 11, 2010 This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked & D Quotables, Wicked Wisdoms
Happy Monday!
I am home and able to sit down and write about my mini-impromptu-childless anniversary trip.
I felt refreshed until my kids got here and started back in to the fighting ways that siblings do. (boo hoo why wasn’t our trip longer or forever?)
I joke! (or do I?)
Anyway … our trip was pretty freaking cool. I don’t know why I am just now really discovering CraigsList… but I am and I am loving it.
Discovery 1: A beautiful room on the sound equipped with a mini fridge, microwave and a spectacular view from the balcony … $65 a night. (I know right? What is the catch? None actually.) I searched under “Vacation Rentals” because I wanted to surprise D with a night away. We both needed it. Badly.
It is a privately owned home with extra bedrooms that are rented out by the owners. Annette and Dick were more than hospitable and wonderful and I hope to have the opportunity to stay there again in the very near future. D and I were talking about spending a night there when it is rainstorm season. I am sure it will be just as beautiful as when the sun is shining … in a totally different way.
The property has history which Dick explained to us while giving us the tour.
It had it’s own private entrance and the deck was private as well. I was instantly relaxed and felt right at home. It is crazy to not feel that weird “I am not in my own space” adjustment period. We really just exhaled and began to enjoy each other’s company.
The thing I love most about my husband is our ability to talk. We have been entertaining ourselves for over 9 years now and I can completely see us entertaining ourselves for another 99. He makes me laugh more than he makes me cry … at least more now than ever … and I really cannot imagine spending this much time with anyone else.
So … there really isn’t much to do in Anacortes, WA. *GASP* I know. I didn’t really plan it for an elaborate activity filled evening so it worked. We left for a couple of hours just to be out in our gorgeous weather. We went to the water and walked around, looked at some beautiful boats, and then found a really amazing ice cream shop. Dessert before dinner FTW!!!
After, it was time for our inside picnic and for me to smack D around in Dominoes.
Heh. (I let him win one time to be nice.)
One thing that was not awesome … but probably happened for a reason … was the TV not working. We were both looking forward to laying in bed and watching a movie or SNL but the remote to the DISH literally died while we were using it and then DISH shut off completely. The owners were trying so hard to fix it; they even called DISH at 9 at night to figure something out for us, but there was nothing anyone could do. The remote had to be replaced.
D and I had come to grips with the issue being what it was well before they called to fix it, and to be perfectly honest, we weren’t there for the TV … you know? Prior to them trying to come and fix it, we were completely content listening to music and chatting away. After she got off the phone, Annette tried to refund me money. It was the right thing to do for her to offer it, but I wouldn’t hear of it.
How tacky of me to accept money back from these amazing people over something that really had no negative effect on our trip.
Of course D said “I would have taken it!” but I quickly reminded him that that it was 1) tacky and rude and 2) not something that you ever do in this situation. A Motel6? Absofuckinglutely. But not kind people who open their home up to strangers. Absolutely not.
Anyway, D and I decided we wanted munchies. We forgot sweets and were without anything to satisfy that sweet tooth, so we ventured to the store.
When we came back, there was a note and a gift at the bottom of the stairs up to our room.
It basically thanked us for being so understanding about the TV, and that she works with glass … and wanted to give us (me) an anniversary present. It is a beautiful handmade necklace that I am in love with.
D looked at me and said, “I get it now.”
This gesture touched me. It is something that not a lot of people understand or even think of doing because they are so self consumed and distracted by stupid things all of the time.
Small gestures mean something. I will hold on to this necklace until forever because it was a thoughtful gift from a thoughtful woman who genuinely cared about a 100% perfect anniversary trip for D and I. Even though it was something so stupid to us that happened during our stay, it meant something to her.
I have said this before and I will continue to say it until I am blue in the face I swear to God.
We as a society of human beings are missing these key aspects of humanity. Caring, selflessness, understanding, compassion … common courtesy. There aren’t many people in the world left like Annette and Dick it seems like and that bothers me.
Just like I said in my last blog; I cannot change the world … but I sure as hell can make a valiant effort to be a more compassionate human every single day.
Thanks, Annette and Dick, we hope to see you again soon. <3
Finish this sentence: “I cannot change the world … but I _____ “
P.S. If you are ever in need of a quiet amazing get away … email me. I will give you the contact information to check availability where we stayed.
Tags: anacortes wa, happy anniversary, marriage, road trip
I Do!
Jun 14, 2010 Current Events, Friendship, Relationships, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
I remember as an adolescent and even up until Squishy asking me to be one of her bridesmaids always wanting to have an opportunity to stand beside a good friend and support their decision to vow to love and honor another human being.
I remember watching movies about weddings; and seeing the importance of being asked to participate.
You know that part in the movies about so’n’so getting married where someone flys in from out of town to celebrate and it’s all super exciting?!?!?
I was that girl! Gooooo me!
Some people may not understand why being in a wedding is so important. To me. To anyone for that matter. Maybe it isn’t super important to anyone *but* me.
Whatever.
I have been married twice. Both times were not exactly what I expected, due to age and lack of appreciation of anything sentimental … Annnnd I have been to a fair number of weddings.
Most of them were watching a good GUY friend tie the knot so the relationship with the other half was budding or non-existent. The ones that were my girlfriends were usually situations where their bridesmaids were professed in the 2nd grade while they played barbies or some crap.
I don’t have very many old friends like that so it isn’t really surprising or upsetting that Squish’s wedding is my first.
I dunno where I am going with this… Or of it makes any sense… It is 6am and I am waiting for my flight back home to Seattle. I am sleep deprived, and sad that I have to leave all of my ladies until further notice so I am attempting to process the most important parts first.
I guess what I am windedly and exhaustedly attempting to say is that for someone who believes in true love the way I do, the sentiment behind standing beside one of my closest friends and watching them vow to love their souls counterpoint forever and ever runs deep with me. It is a feeling that cannot be replaced, nor can it ever efficiently be described in blog form.
True love is hard to find, and when you do find it, it is even harder to keep. It means fighting for it when you are exhausted. It means unconditionally accepting the other person for who they are. It means letting go of hangups and allowing the other person to see you. Really *see* you.
True love is rare these days. Maybe that is why standing next to it in a pretty blue dress on a party barge with BBQ, house music and bubbles is so God damned important to me.
Congrats Squishy & Irish!! I will always support and repect your love as long as you give it the same repect and support.
It is boarding time. Back to the real world. Good-bye Austin!
(more on my trip to come)
The Importance of a Photo
Jun 9, 2010 Current Events, Family, Friendship, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
Hello again! I am sitting here at the airport waiting to board the plane and start my minivaca to Austin.
Last I wrote, it was the eve of my birthday … and what’s difference writing a blog makes. As of late, my inspiration has slowly begun to show itself. But … Life along with (stupid) priorities has a way of cockblocking my inspired moments.
Boo.
My birthday was awesome. Thank you (in advance) for asking. As I get older and wiser, my birthdays are so much more important to me and those who are most important to me seem to really love to remind me of how much they love me.
It is one thing to know how awesome you are… It is another for other people to know. (game recognize game. <--- the way of the world)
Anyway, my parents handpicked these photos for me. All of them were of me as a little one, and many of them had my grandparents in the photos with me. I don't have many photos of them at all, let alone with me in the photo with them.
Surprise + myoveremotionalass = my waterworks
My waterworks + my parents not expecting it = their waterworks
My waterworks + their waterworks = blubberfest 2010.
Dammit. Damn hormones. Damn emotional me!
(I will mention that this may or may not be payback for my Mothers Day gift to my mom. Heh.)
I carry these photos with me. 1) because I cannot stop thumbing through them and 2) because I wanna share them with my ladies.
Wha?! Did you think I would leave you out? Nah. Below are 2 of my favorites. Enjoy!
(and of course fill me in on the gossip. I will be sporatically {read: drunkenly} posting blogs from Austin.)
Tags: Austin, awesomeness, birthday, photo, plane
Wicked Random
May 2, 2010 Current Events, Family, Friendship, In It To Gym It, P.O.E. Biz, Random, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Happy Monday!
This is gonna be short and sweet because I am tired.
Today you get a list of Wicked thoughts.
1) I am SO fucking excited to cut my hair tomorrow. Yes I will post pics.
2) I have come to some pretty important conclusions about some people in my life over the past few days. That being said, I am making the decision to change my approach.
3) Speaking of changes, I can feel some changes coming. I am unsure what is gonna change. At least as of now.
To be continued…
4) Responsibilities suck sometimes.
5) I am proven repeatedly that everything happens for a reason. I wonder when I will start having faith in that.
6) I am oddly excited about turning 31.
7) Speaking of excited, I am also excited about the following things:
*Squish’s wedding
*Summertime
*Victoria to see MissTricky
*The gym
My sex drive has been non-existent lately. WTF is that about?
9) Law Abiding Citizen is a great movie. I would fuck the hell out of both Jamie Foxx AND Gerard Butler.
10) I wish I had a puppy.
Tell me the high and low of your weekend.
What movie have you seen recently that was awesome? Not so awesome?
What kind of puppy would you own?
People Say The ‘Funniest’ Shit?
Apr 27, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, DUH, P.O.E. Biz, Random, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms, love
So the other day we are sitting in our daily meeting.
The craziest broad on the planet (no really, she is crazy as hell, i.e. her Hello Kitty obsession, jumping shoes, weird hoarding and insane to the membrane clothes. If I could take a picture of her insanity, I totally would.) starts to describe her encounter with local law enforcement to us.
Boss: “Hey Crazy Broad! Tell us what happened to you on your way to work today!”
Crazy Broad: “Ohhhhhhhh yeah, I was pulled over on my way to work by this crazy DIKE bitch!”
The air was literally sucked out of the room for about 5 seconds.
I mean, are you fucking kidding me right now? In a corporate setting? In any setting really but in a CORPORATE setting? In front of 35 co-workers, ONE of them being the bestest and prettiest lesbians I know? (actually she is the bestest and prettiest because she is the bestest and prettiest … not because she is a lesbian.)
I know that I am inappropriate, but that is crossing so many lines that it is silly.
It makes me wonder.
How did she know she was in fact a lesbian? Did the cop attempt to solicit a carpet munching session in lieu of receiving a ticket? What if this aforementioned 5-0 was actually a total homophobe?!
What if the law enforcement officer was a black lesbian? Would she have still said the same thing? Or would she have thrown the race card into it?
How did she know she was crazy? Did she have proof? Did the po-po freak out on her all exorcist style or something? Was this local slice of bacon wearing a straight jacket? Maybe it is that it takes a crazy to know a crazy?
*shrug*
And then I wonder how often we (and I say we because I totally mean me too) totally use these disrespectful slangs toward others behind closed doors. Things that we normally would not say in a group as large as the group whom I work with?
I wonder how she would feel if someone blurted out that she was a crazy negrogookspiccrackerwhopjewhomo in the middle of our meeting?
I wonder how many people don’t even realize how hurtful these things are to say? Including myself?
I dunno. It made me aware. Maybe we should be a teensy bit more conscious of how our words affect other peoples feelings.
*shrug* … Just a thought …
Fill in the blanks:
My favorite time of day is _______________________.
I wish that I could go ____________________.
I should have ______________ yesterday.
I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
Apr 18, 2010 Current Events, Friendship, In It To Gym It, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Hello and HOLLAAAAAAAAAA @ Monday!
How was your weekend? Mine was pretty awesome, which is typical because I live and breathe awesomeness.
*shrug*
Anyawesome, I had an opportunity to spend some time with some awesome people this weekend.
Is it possible to know that someone is your friend, and then have it confirmed in a moment as simple as a conversation or moment?
I think that happened to D and I over the weekend.
I used to push people away from me and not allow them close. As I have grown and (as much as I hate to admit it) gotten older, (gah) I have had my theory of half assed friendships proven wrong over and over and over again.
Whether I have reconnected with old friends (shout out to my bitches) or made new friends … I am super surprised at how many true friends surround me. It is refreshing and comforting and uncomfortable all at the same time.
I think that the biggest change, at least in my own life, came with my job. For the first time in a really long time, I actually like the majority of the people that I work with. At the last 3 previous employers, I had absolutely nothing in common with the square ass folks whom I shared space with for the majority of my time. Thank God that isn’t the case anymore.
So, I want to say a big fat ‘Thank You’ to all of you who are my friends. Not just my friend on Facebook … not my friend because you think that you might gain something from being my friend … but my friend because we share common interest. Because we are compatible. Because you love my family. Because you, like me, understand and appreciate fully what it means to be a true friend.
To my oldest friends — I love each of you wholeheartedly. We have grown up together and have grown together. I look forward to many a moment of bitty-ness with you.
To my newest friends — Thank you for coming into my life. I am elated to get to know you are.
To my fakest friends — If you haven’t been eliminated … you will be.
To my friends who are farthest away — One day we are going to have the means to be closer more frequently. I hope that I am the one that can make this happen because I need you all more than I can express in words, on the phone, on FB … on a regular freaking basis.
In other news, I made the decision to be a part of In It To Gym It. I am back working on my fitness, and I am super excited to surround myself with others who are also working on it too. So I will be posting all of my eating right/fitness/weightloss related business there from now on. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd … I posted my very first blog there … Dear John, (i.e. Dear Cheeseburger) (which will be posted early early in the AM) and would be super appreciative if you showed me some love. (And all of the other awesome bloggers that are putting their journey’s out there for the world to read.)
What kind of music do you dislike most?
If you had a choice of birthday cakes, what kind would you want someone to make for you?
What were your high points and low points of the weekend?
Tags: awesome, awesomeness, Friendship
Who Really Cares? Oh Wait … WE Do.
Apr 13, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Current Events, Random, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions
I think that Hollywood is funny. I like to read the shit that is put out there about “America’s Royalty” simply for amusement purposes.
What is the most funny to me is that there is all of this hoopla made over shit that celebrities do.
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike … Infidelity.
Um. That happens to e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e. for the most part. I don’t know many people who have not either cheated or have been cheated on. Myself included. On both ends.
But when a big shot … an idol … an ICON does it.
BLADOW!
Then come allllllllllllllllllll of the others. Out of nowhere.
“I fucked him!”
“She said she loved me!”
“I was his mistress from such and such and such and such!”
Is it truth? Is it money hungry? Where is the proof other than he said/she said?
But really, that is completely so far from the point. Actually, the point is … who the hell cares? But … then again … that is the actual problem. People actually care that Tiger Woods is a complete sex addict sociopath. They are emotionally invested in the fact that *gasp* Jesse James and Sandra Bullock are not the perfect couple that the press portrayed them to be.
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiike … Family issues.
People get divorced. It happens. How many people know someone who has been through a divorce/custody battle or have been through it themselves?
Exactly.
Yet. A celeeeeeebrity couple gets divorced and is dealing with custody issues … and …
BLADAW
One parent talks shit about the other in an “exclusive interview”.
So then the other finds an network to “exclusively” talk shit about the other parent.
Do they ever talk shit to each other? Or just publicly? What about their kids?
Again — besides the point. Dirty laundry is dirty laundry and it needs to be kept in the hamper and not out in the middle of the fucking street for everyone to see. And again … people actually give a shit. Emotionally attached to people whom we don’t even fucking know.
I have an idea. It might be far-fetched but I am going to reach for it. I am also gonna attempt to live it myself … because like I said at the very beginning, I read into this nonsense for amusement. Regularly.
You ready?
Maybe, just maybe … redirect that attention toward the relationships that actually matter.
Our own marriages/relationships.
Our own promises.
Our own kids.
Our own friendships.
We might all see a drastic improvement in them if we spent the time investing in our own, rather in the relationships of complete strangers.
I dunno. Just a thought.
What color is your toothbrush?
Did you have a nickname in high school?
Choose a storybook character that attracts you the most?
Tags: jesse james, jon and kate plus 8, jon gosselin, kate gosselin, paparazzi, sandra bullock, tabloid, tiger woods
Honest Tuesday’s: I’ve Got Friends in Low Places …
Apr 12, 2010 Completely Hypothetical and Generally Specific, Etc., Friendship, Honest Tuesday's, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
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.
… she made me laugh. we met through mutual friends, and I thought she would always be my friend. Instead she told lies behind my back about me.
… who said she would keep my secrets. She didn’t.
… who said the same and didn’t.
… she used to care about others. Now she only cares about herself.
… is more than my friend. She is my other half.
… who bends over backwards for his friends. He is one of the best friends I have ever had.
… that I just reconnected with after many years. She is turning out to be one of my best friends. Again.
… in the 8th grade who got caught shoplifting and got mad at me because I got away. She stopped being my friend after that.
… whom I cant find. We were in the navy together…. and we lost touch. I miss her.
… who fucked my first husband before during and after our marriage. I caught her in the act. Them actually. I beat her ass to a pulp. Naked in his front lawn. Jerry Springer styles.
… is brutally honest. Sometimes it pisses me off, but she is always honest with me.
…who is a coward. She cant tell me to my face what she thinks of me. Instead, she’d rather talk shit behind my back to people who she knows will tell me.
… who I secretly would make out with. Or is it a secret?
… that asked me to be a part of her wedding. She is the first person to ever ask me. I am not sure if she knows exactly how much it means to me.
… she is literally out of her fucking mind. but I love her crazy ass.
… that I wish made me more of a priority.
… she is my soul sister. The plane she happened to be on that picked me up is proof of that.
… who is fucking selfish. Selfish and doesn’t listen for shit. I cant figure out to this day why I still even talk to her. So maybe I won’t anymore.
… her life is perfect. She shits rose petals and she walks on water. (so she says) really… she is a half ass mother, her shit smells like her breath… and she treads in the shit more often than most normal people.
… she smiles as much as possible. Her smile radiates a room. It is so beaming, you can see it through the phone when you talk to her. She is literally a ray of sunshine.
… she aint as tough as she would like folks to think she is. 
… I know that I will love her when we are 90 and doing laps around Factoria Mall.
… she could possibly be the fakest bitch on the planet. Fake like Pamela Anderson’s tits. It is quite pathetic that she claims to be a “good christian”… all the while she really is just a pathetic excuse for a fake judgmental alcoholic bitch.
… she drinks to much.
… I want to hump all 4 of their faces off.
… and her tits are hot. Also, if she calls her teeny ass fat one more fucking time, I am going to tie her up and make her eat lard with a spoon so I can show her what “fat” really is. *coughtoricough*
… she is afraid to tell me how she feels.
… I am jealous of her confidence.
… we used to dislike each other very much. Now he is one of my closest friends.
… who I wish I were a better friend to.
… who is a liar. I just cannot prove it.
… she wont ever admit she is wrong. Ever. Even when the facts prove how wrong she really is.
Your turn.
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Tags: factoria mall, Friendship, jerry springer, pamela anderson
