Look-A-Likes (Part 1)

I used to think Ashley Judd (top) and Charlize Theron looked alike. They don't really, but they both are beautiful and I probably got them mixed up because they have perfect features.

The next ones...each one's look kinda fades into the other's and I think they all resemble different parts of one another.

 Lisa Bonet (Denise Cosby, who I've loved since I was little), Shannyn Sossamon (is one hot, individual girl), Rosario Dawson (great singer, big toothy smile and great tits), Michelle Rodriguez (my favorite tough, beautiful, sexy actress with great smile and great scowl), Nora Jones (who I know nothing about).

Zooey Deschanel and Katie Perry, especially when those bangs touch those big blue eyes.

 Anna Farris and Brittney Spears.

To be continued...

Pussycat, what shall I do?

Well...the opportunities are limitless. Right?

As of a few weeks ago, I am no longer employed. The newspaper I wrote for was cancelled in it's entirety, therefore, I lost my job that very day. No warning. No time to spare. Time to move on.
What shall I do, I ask myself?
Right now I'm dreaming big, but looking for the basic jobs.
There is so much that interests me...and a lot of things I would not do.

Do I join the Navy? I feel like I'd be giving up my freedom .I don't like authority, but I'd learn to deal with authority in the Navy. I'd get paid well and  get in shape and I'd get to live NEAR THE OCEAN. I hear the airforce has better amenities for the ladies.

 Do I try to open my own shop? I have ideas, but it's really hard and wouldn't happen very quickly.

 I will continue to write...my book.

 Do I move to Costa Rica and spend four weeks getting TEFL certified only to live off of a $1,000 a month budget for the first year?

 Do I get any 'ol corporate job and wear my bowtie to the boring office every day and get upset when my boss gives out orders?

 Do I go back to school? Ugh.

 Do I become a masseuse? (no happy endings allowed)

Aw...I'd love to work with animals.

 Or do I follow the footsteps of love?

What love?

I know where it's left me and I know where it could be.

Pretty Titties

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Um...I like these.

Did YOU break the mold?

I feel like I live my life through events of the past. "This is what happened this time last week; this is what happened this time four months ago; This is what was happening a year ago," etc. I flashdance through moments in time. I'm a time keeper and a truth seeker. HA.
Going about my normal business and...whoops, I'd think of her. Tons of possiblities and scenarios ran through my brain, but I didn't want to know the real truth. Wonderment can be good.
Where does she live? Has her hair grown longer or changed any? Who is she dating? What type of partying is she doing...concerts, pills, liquor, sexo? Is she going to school? Has she finished school?
Maybe she's living in a nice house in Ft. Worth? Maybe she's living in a hammock in Austin? Maybe she went to my dream of Costa Rica. Maybe she's stripping next to the one arm stripper. Maybe she's skateboarding through the streets of our hometown. Maybe she's swimming laps at the gym.
Besides all of the "screw you lying whore; you need to kill yourself because no one likes you; selfish ugly slut; I hate you; you're the biggest mistake I ever made,"words, one of the other last things she said to me was that she was going to work on herself and better herself every day.
Maybe she was doing that. I would be shocked and speechless. Oh how proud I would be. Smile. Hug you. Squeeze you with adoration. Serve all of your probabtion time with your head held highly; to be sincere about hurting me and paying it forward. Work hard in school or a job. Go to therapy. Go To Anger Management. Become steady and stable and happy from the inside out rather from the outside in.
I'd be my "typical same ole self" if I said she couldn't attain that by surfing, going back and forth from here to california and getting a skeleton (of all things) tattoed across her entire chest. Maybe so?! Who knows? I will do a lot less self asking.
<3

Random photos de mi vida

Produce from my plants.



My inexpensive Eames (Herman Miller) find

 

Back to the original



The awful yet awfully good scent of Noxzema, both used by my ex boyfriend and his father, brings back memories.

I was Reagan from the Exorcist for Halloween. With vomit and blood on my nightie.

One day when my heart was feeling broken, I came across this tiny broken heart on my jog.

A dyke-cycle built for two

Today I made plans to go on a bicycle ride...and my friend surprised me with a bicycle built for two. Haha. It was so cute. It made me squeal when I rode it. I didn't have any control over it and it sure got wobbly. My short legs hardly touched the ground and the handle bars were so low that I feel as if I strained the left side of my neck again. It was fun. We rode in the park, along the river, got a few sprinkles falling on us, grabbed some yummy frozen yogurt and felt the cool front blowing in.