February 2011
88 posts
February
So, February is an interesting month. People get so worked up over being single. I guess I never really thought about it much. Probably because I haven’t been single in 9 years. DAMN 9 YEARS! I have always had a valentine! In fact the ex-boyfriends birthdays were in February, one even on Valentines day itself.
So after Ashley gave me a Justin Bieber Valentine (which said I wanna sex you...
Although you are incredibly confusing a majority...
I like to hang out with you, talk with you, and be around you.
Generally speaking… people that are confusing, catch my attention more.
On Galt. On happiness.
It is hard to put in to words how amazing Super Duper Bowl 5 was. Like I was told before the first time I went to a rave, it has no scale. You can’t give it a 1- 10, it just doesn’t do it justice to give the experience a numeric value.
The venue, located in a small, pretty much unknown town, seemed to have nothing to offer. Nothing was striking until you walked though the doors of the...
January 2011
78 posts
One last thought before bed.
Sometimes its best to take things for what they are and not question them. Over thinking and making mountains out of mole hills are not worth wasting the time or energy.
I have a bunch to say but I wouldn't do it justice...
NOTE TO SELF:
Tumble about Galt, Plan B, and stories about bathrooms.
Maybe after work tomorrow. Maybe.
Realization:
Happy, sad or inbetween is solely up to me. Yes. I make it that way.
Yeah.
Deep down im sad.
Pretty excited for tomorrow.
I can spend a couple hours being nothing but happy. Not a negative thought in my head. No reservations, no inhibitions, no fears, most importantly no worries . Yes. Tomorrow will be an epic day.
My name is Cherie Baker, I make mistakes.
“Because the people who make us happy are never the people we expect.”
– Skins
Compliments of Ex Boyfriends & lovers...and...
I think I have mastered my: “don’t fucking talk to me”….my “you have just fucked up now”… And my “please move before you get punched in the face” stares. Either this means I should be a Godfather…or a stern mother…
No words needed. Everything is clearly written on my face.
I can tell Andrew Luoma is almost here...
Because his noise gets progressively louder the sooner it is to him coming to visit.
in for a hell of a week soon.
Same place, same time.
That all it is—pure coincidence.
thechunkiest:
Jason Mraz - Even If It Kills Me.
...
“It’s lovely to have someone that cares about you. All the worries seem...”
– Cassie -Skins
Uninsured woes-
3 pain killers, 5 shots and one beer later, my mouth does not hurt.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
This will give me time to look up a dentist that won’t rape my wallet since I currently have $9.56 to my name until payday.
I give it 1 more hour till I can actually sleep. THANK FUCKING GOD.
Since I have barely slept in 3 days...
I have decided to try to knock myself the fuck out.
3 pain relievers, 3 shots, and anbesol to numb my mouth. If only I had a 40 I would be able to KO.
LUCKILY I AM A MASTER AT NUMBING MYSELF TO THE WORLD.
Drinking before 8am is bad, But I have slept a total of 6 hours in 3 days. I AM IN PAIN…I NEED SLEEP.
Dear Real World,
Can I please have a job with dental so I DONT HAVE TO DIE OR...
My good I wish I had vicodin and a fucking...
Did not sleep all night. I am screwed.
Broke. No insurance. And a shit load of pain.
fml.
Home remedies please.
Pretty damn guarded lately.
Pretty sure I am being incredibly dumb right now. I am setting myself up for failure. I know where this is going, and I still put myself here, where I can be knocked down any minute. I can’t really tell if I would feel better if I ignored everything, or if I acted and got rejected. My realist nature tells me to shut down these tendencies, and put up a barrier. I hope when I get knocked down...
Being productive isn't always easy.
BUT ITS TIME TO STOP BITCHING AND GET SHIT DONE.
Random fact about me: I like to look at clouds.
wildsevenwolf:
Especially on calm, sunny days. Big, puffy clouds. Mmmmm.
Yes. Favorite thing to do!
You are a tricky one.
I feel challenged.
“Expectation is the root of all heartache.”
– William Shakespeare (via kari-shma)
word.
I gravitate towards things that are unhealthy.
I like the thrill. Can’t help it.
Jump and take a leap.
only thing you can do pbro.
Note to Self:
Asking for help does not make you weak.
I have a problem with this.
So they say you can't drink away your problems...
I would have to full heartedly disagree. The bitches that say that have never tried it, or just were not very good at it.You can drink away your problems, then stubble out of bed in a hung over stupor and get shit done.
Not going to lie when I say I submitted resumes to places half blitzed.
BOTTLE OF WINE+ FRUSTRATION CAN LEAD TO SOME AMAZING PRODUCTIVITY.
In search of career centers.
Daunting.
SACRAMENTO WATCH OUT. I AM A WOMAN ON A MISSION.
I am not hopeless.
I am excited that my old Supervisor is contacting me and making sure I turn in my application to his new store. I am pretty sure this means I have the position…Too bad its not a promotion, but a lateral move to a different store. Either way I am sure that I will OWN as a new face in a new store, my skills won’t be overlooked like they are where I am at. GOOD FUCKING BYE VACAVILLE BEST...
There are words jumbled in my head, they wont come...
Nothing in particular.
Nothing bad.
Nothing good.
Just the in between words scattered in my head.
Dad's birthday today.
Again I have to recede on my grudge,
Happy birthday Dad.
Listening to Everclear, Father of Mine. My anthem. I will be humble today. And I will call.
You have bad days to remind you how fucking...
I dont want to talk to you...
Dont get it twisted.
Face looks jaded, clothes look faded, keep walking...
does it happen to all of us?
“I wish I was a little kid again. I want someone to take care of me. I want...”
– (via eletheowl)
yep.
I don't feel grounded today.
There was this one time when I was 17, that I got electrocuted in my shower. It happened because the grounding came lose under the property and touched the waterline.
Today feels strangely like that day.
I don’t really have any words to describe the feeling accept relate it to being shocked in the shower. Its an unexpected feeling. Its an unpleasant feeling. I can’t see it or...
sincesheleft:
Etta James — “Almost Persuaded”
...
Frustration. (pure venting post.) In over my head....
Its one of those days that I am not sure if I should scream or cry.
I feel like I am lost in this alumni black hole, working a shit job, that I for damn sure do not need a degree for.
Talking to the same mindless people day after day. Yep. And they are getting paid more than me.
Lost in this blur of resumes and jobs that dont seem to be worthwhile.And that I need more experience for.
I feel...
WHY WHY WHY DOES THIS COME NOW. IM NOT A STUDENT.... →
Day 2.
Here we go.
Too many things on my mind...
which means my mind tries to work them out, and then I can’t sleep.
NOT COOL ACTIVE MIND. NOT COOL.
I like the things that dont make sense.