Blackbirds

A few months ago I was super into jumping rope as a fitness activity. I would walk over to the middle school nearby and exercise on their playground. This one day I was jumping rope under the trees and there were ALL these blackbirds (crows? I don't know) in the trees that would not stop squawking. Clearly I was bothering them, so I moved to be underneath some other trees and some of the birds would fly over to them instead. Trolls! So, I left. Fuckin' birds.

Personal? Let's get personal?

I've had a steady job for over 5 years now. Un-steady-ish job/s for over 7 years now. That doesn't sound personal. But wait. I kind of feel like I am stuck there. The position is just so that it's difficult to level up in some other position. The ones that were possible are now closed up. I could go back to school... but money!! Insurance! Money! And a very important lack of direction, like what would I even go back to school for?

That's the job front. Personal life is pretty good. Family life is freaking awesome sometimes, okay other times, awful other times. Love life is... better than I ever would have hoped for when I was young and naive and only had romantic thoughts.

More immediately... this week I have been working from home. Something I never thought was even a possibility with my job. So it's been awesome! Mostly I have been taking this opportunity to train my hair to not need a wash every single day. That's the mission. Also, I will be turning 32 this Friday. I started blogging when I was 17, the age when I was naive and only had romantic thoughts. So.. that's 15 years. Horrifying.

Ok, that's it for now. Until next time.


Literally, everyone's trademark is their cat eye. I'm wondering what the next trend will be with eyeliner. I can't think of anything better than a good little wing.
Family is this beautiful dichotomy of being so wonderful and so nuts.
Isn't it funny how you can be so close and be on such intimate terms with a group of people, and at the same time not have any idea on how to truthfully communicate?
You hear what you expect to from what someone usually says. And then the intentions get lost. And people can only do what they know to do. And conversations will circulate for years. Each person feels their own specific kind of pain. And then there's love. SO much love.

(◡‿◡✿) this guy

*Listening to weather report
Him: "Rain?! Noooo, not on your birthday!"
Me: *cackles due to cuteness
I swear to god I’m going to stay up past 10pm tonight to watch the Parenthood series finale. Get ready, warm earl grey. I’m comin for you.

EDIT:

So technically I didn’t watch the end due to the amount of weeping and gnashing of teeth. 

I've been spending ALL my free time going through 'The Best of Tumblr' tumblr. I'm on page 315. I WILL reach the end. And also watching all of Kylie Jenner's vines. I'm turning 31 next week.