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is it weird that i like it?

I had another weird dream last night.. this one was about how i somehow cut into the last three fingers of my left had almost all the way around each at the base. as the day or whatever went on the cuts wound themselves all the way around my fingers and the skin on them became super loose and almost flappy.. like you could (and in the dream i did) peel back the skin from the muscle at those points. my ring finger also developed this bulbous lump around the second knuckle that kept getting bigger and more painful as time went on.. at this point i though tit maybe necessary to go to the hospital and gets stitches... the skin kept getting looser however and i found myself staring at it and playing with it almost.. i was so intrigued by what was happening to my hand that i almost didn't want to get it fixed. then the hospital blew up or something... i can't really remember.

slackers don't win

so i just realized that i was one of 10 random people who won these "Pair of Twos" playing cards by Brandi Milne...

but i realized 5 days too late and my prize was defaulted to someone else.
this makes me sad..

the one time i win something, figures...

thought about it..

yea, fuck being a princess.

I'd rather be a goddess.

: )

my hair's *almost* as long as Rapunzel's...

I was not the little girl that wore pink every day and had dreams of growing up to marry prince charming with the ruffles around his collar... i played with barbies and envied my neighbors who had just about every accessory or barbie jeep imaginable, but i walked around in mud boots through 5 inches of cow shit to go play with kittens, not exactly a princess upbringing... this isn't about knocking my childhood because mine wasn't bad, i had acres to roam and sticks to play with, this is about wanting to be a princess. I think girls that need everything done for them are stupid, that whine are annoying, and that use their looks in the wrong way are devious.. but they somehow get treated like princesses, undeserving probably, but i want that. I want to be told i'm beautiful just because i am. i want to be waited on hand and foot, instead of being the hand and the foot. i'm worth it, i know it. i honestly probably couldn't take it for long because i'm more of a giver than a taker but fuck... i need some too...










slumpdog blahionaire

reverse retail therapy?

so, i've come to realize that not only is my job a great place to work, it also doubles as therapy sometimes. I'm sure anyone can relate to this, but I came in to work today just about having an anxiety attack due to a large number of things that I won't go into, but needless to say the combination almost put me over the top... anyways, my job (for those that don't know) is very in your face. my customers are literally 3 feet from my face the entire time i'm serving them, which is a great slap in the face. you basically have to get your thumb out of your ass and leave your baggage at the door when you step on that line. i don't need strangers asking me what's wrong, so it's better just to buck up and put that shit behind me for the moment. in turn that calms me down and, with time, everythings ok. that in your face mentality of the place is actually a good thing for once ha!