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I made it an entire week without eating any meat and while I thought I would feel differently about it than I do, I seriously think it’s something I might consider doing for a while longer.

Other than the slight inconvenience of it, I had no real issues finding vegetarian foods to eat, even while dining out.

I don’t feel as sluggish, my jaw and tmj issues almost all but went away, and I found myself sleeping better.

The only down side, that I am looking into rectifying with vitamins and other supplements is the crazy cravings I had which I think stem from a low iron or protein deficiency.

I like, literally almost ripped a hot dog out of my child’s hand and beat up a stranger for her chicken fingers.

So, yeah. If I don’t get arrested for assault, I might be sticking to this no meat thing for a little while longer.

This has been a post.

sparkgrrl658:

so, the photos and video i posted earlier were of the apartment next door because we weren’t allowed any closer to see ours which is in between, set back from the street. this is (or was) an actual photo of our apartment. we are waiting to see if we can get back in to salvage any belongings, and for the red cross to set up the disaster relief center. in the meantime, our home is gone for good and we are staying with friends, and frankly, also staying mildly inebriated. one such amazing friend has started a fundraiser for us. if you would like to donate, the link is: http://www.gofundme.com/c6ck28
for those interested - the fundraiser goal will basically cover moving costs. rent in boston is ridiculously high. the rent in that apartment was over $2000 per month, before utilities. to move into a new (but smaller, likely with fewer roommates to shoulder the rent) place requires first & last month’s rent plus a deposit. fingers crossed that we get lucky and can salvage some belongings. we will find out later today.
feel free to reblog. also, #lifegoals, the nine alarm fire made good morning america.

Signal boost!!!!!!!!

sparkgrrl658:

so, the photos and video i posted earlier were of the apartment next door because we weren’t allowed any closer to see ours which is in between, set back from the street. this is (or was) an actual photo of our apartment. we are waiting to see if we can get back in to salvage any belongings, and for the red cross to set up the disaster relief center. in the meantime, our home is gone for good and we are staying with friends, and frankly, also staying mildly inebriated. one such amazing friend has started a fundraiser for us. if you would like to donate, the link is: http://www.gofundme.com/c6ck28

for those interested - the fundraiser goal will basically cover moving costs. rent in boston is ridiculously high. the rent in that apartment was over $2000 per month, before utilities. to move into a new (but smaller, likely with fewer roommates to shoulder the rent) place requires first & last month’s rent plus a deposit. fingers crossed that we get lucky and can salvage some belongings. we will find out later today.

feel free to reblog. also, #lifegoals, the nine alarm fire made good morning america.

Signal boost!!!!!!!!

  1. Last night was awesome. To see so many people come out to get drunk and act inappropriate with me, warmed my cold dead heart.
  2. Gay bars with outdoor seating are the best bars.
  3. Never drink a creamy shot after you have been downing fruity drinks all night, no matter how much you love the person who bought it for you.
  4. Sometimes you meet people at the exact moment you need to meet them and knowing them simply makes you a happier person.
  5. I seriously have the best friends in the whole world. I don’t know what I would do without my crew.
  6. If you do some shady shit, no matter how much I love you, I will talk about you. Ya do dirt, ya get dirt….real talk.
  7. If you can have a discussion about your pussy, your bowel movements, and your recipes in the same convo….then you have the bestest mother fucking friends in the whole world and don’t ever let them go.
  8. Maxi skirts are the answer to not wanting to shave your legs.
  9. When “WHAT A FEELING” gets played in the club, you stop what you’re doing and mother fucking dance.
  10. If I could just burp this regret away, I would feel so much better.
msdeenyc:

cowboykiller:

Cutie alert!

 Boobies.

Sooooo, last night was awesome.

msdeenyc:

cowboykiller:

Cutie alert!

Boobies.

Sooooo, last night was awesome.

I am cleaning and running errands and doing all things mommy because in a few short hours I’m going to slut myself up and take myself out for my birthday.

I remember when I was younger and all I had to do to go out was wipe the crusties from my eyes from the night before, sniff some laundry and take my still hung over ass out to the club.

Now, I have to grocery shop, appease, clean, cook three meals and prep breakfast in the morning, do some laundry, mop some floors and clean some toilets all before struggling to find something cute to wear, change my mind about that decision 36 times and have 3 panic attacks before my ass even hits my stoop.

I miss my youth.

And my youth’s ass.

ANYWAY…..onward and upward, right?

The week long Fortypalooza starts tonight!!

I wish I knew why I had a hard time letting go of failed relationships. How did I become THAT girl that pines for all things lost and who wishes to continuously re-read the story after the page has already been good and turned?

I think it’s because I can’t just hurt and then heal. I’m envious of anyone that can. I need to rehash and rethink and relive until every detail and every ache and every mistake can be accounted for and dealt with appropriately. 

If I could re-write any part of myself it would be the one that chooses to linger. The part that knows it’s time to go but just can seem to make it all the way to the door…The part that loves so hard the imprint of it’s memory takes a life time to wash away. 

I’m not very good at editing myself.

I guess that’s the problem.

Things I really, really, really, really, really want for my 40th birthday

  1. A divorce. (Relax…everything is okay with me and chris but technically I am still married to my ex piece of shit and I want nothing more than to separate myself from him in every legal way possible.)
  2. To start my sleeve. I dream about my tattoo every day and I know exactly what I want, but to honest I would settle for a black bar across my ex husbands name because that was seriously the worst decision I ever made. (ya know…besides marrying him to begin with)
  3. New running shoes. I almost bought a pair last month, but felt guilty trying to justify spending $90 on sneakers when it’s so close to back to school shopping.
  4. New firm as fuck pillows for my bed. Seriously…my pillows suck monkey balls and I’m pretty sure they’re part of the reason I am forever in agony during the day because of how twisted I get sleeping at night.
  5. My nose pierced. I don’t know if it’s a mid life crisis or me just wanting to get in touch with my former inner bad ass…but either way, I want one. Oh, and my belly button too.
  6. Green contacts…like fo’ serious. How hot would I be with green eyes? 
  7. A fucking ruck sack bag. Is this too much to ask? I have wanted one for 15 years…can a bitch live?
  8. The galaxy Note 3…oh pretty please, Samsung gods…hear my prayer. I really want a shiny new device.
  9. A bike. Like…for realsies, I fell in love with riding a bike when we were on vacation and now I can think of doing nothing else.
  10. To have a birthday with no stress. No heart ache. No guilt. No worries. Last year, (even though my friends went above and beyond to make it special), kind of sucked…and I just want to kick off my 40th year on a high note because for the first half of my life I did nothing but beat myself up trying to make other people happy….for the remainder of my time on earth I’d just like for to be about me for a little while. 

Friday is my 40th birthday party.

FORTY.

Which is weird because I swear, I still feel and make decisions like I’m 23.

If only I still had 23 year old me’s ass!!!

Anyways….Friday…Brooklyn….Booze….My bitches.

You guys should come.

I’m bored. And exhausted. And changing pesto poop every hour since 330 this morning.
I need a hug. Or a nap. Or an assistant.

Although I’d just settle for someone to tell me nice things and pretend to like me.

I’m super needy