debauchery.

friends, family, countrymen... lend me your eyes. i've upload pictures from this weekends debauchery. {really, there is no better word to describe it} but know a few things before browsing over these lovely treats.
1. i am young.
2. i am single.
3. i have no political aspirations.

with that said... enjoy, bitches.
check out "all the pictures i snap" in the right hand column. you may have to scroll up, down or side to side.

seriously...

i suppose someone was not happy with my state of mind when i came home early sunday morning. this is what i found late sunday morning when i woke up, not even 7 hours later. how in the hell? oh, and yes... turk arranged them in a neat and orderly fashion.

surprisingly i didn't beat him... surprisingly! i calmly went to the storage closet, took out his crate, and reintroduced him to his chambers. torture of the long and mental kind is what i prefer. he has done some shit in the past but come on!!! never has the little bastard open my closet door, jump up on the shelf, pop open his choice of plastic boxes, drag out my favorite shoes, and chomp down on some ta$ty leather.

but as a mother does, i looked pass his faults, mistakes, and bad choices and cuddle up on the sofa with him all day.

upside? i get to go shopping!!!

regret?

by Krystan

there was something comforting about getting in my car this morning and making the dreaded 45 minute commute to work. i knew what i was in for... for the most part. there would be no surprises, no unexpected drama, no cameras, and most importantly NO alcohol. my weekend on the other hand... not so much.

to steal from colby angus, i would have to say this was the "weirdest weekEND. EVER".

last night, as i laid on my sofa and took in all that had happened over the past two days, an odd feeling began to stir up inside my stomach... was it anxiety, guilt, annoyance, regret? i'm still not sure but it remains, churning, making me completely uneasy.

somehow, i found myself catapulted into a social circle that i clearly did not evaluate before jumping into head first. i don't like to mess with the flow of friends, disturb the pace at which people play but with the loss of inhibitions, i threw caution to the wind and regressed past my own awareness.

i threw words out that landed in the laps of some that were not even on my radar. i pushed the envelope with new friendships and it seemed to smack me right back in the face. i portrayed a side of myself that i'm not particularly proud to show. and the guilty by association idea may have played against me (does that ever work out well?). but the thing i feel so uncomfortable about is the possibly of losing a friendship that is: one, still pretty new. two, held in high regards. and three, has great potential to be a strong friend to have in my corner. and the Lord knows i need and crave for good people to be in my corner. i am disappointed in myself for stepping up to the line of respect and putting my toes directly on the line. i know better.

so maybe that feeling churning in my stomach is a little of regret, which makes me upset because i have, or had, no regrets. i always own both my emotions and my actions. so, i guess that is what i must do. it is, what it is... i have no apologies for being myself. even if that self is a bit of a giggling cu*t at times.

w.

i can't stop laughing. maybe it's just me and that is fine but seriously, i'm watching this kid and i can't stop laughing!

flashback.

me and sister no. 2

yay me! II

day: 14
cokes consumed: 0
ciggies smoked: 1
{sunday between the hours of 7pm and10pm do not count}
lbs lost: 5

talent.

that's right! i have talent.
p.s. - thanks ryan.

all the things i want...

it's time i start looking for luggage. i have none. well, none that is substantial enough for a NYC trip.

la pensée de la semaine.

by halfempty

i am amazed by what some people will burn their bridges over. i know it is hard for some of us to realize that we are adults and not only should our responsibilities be to pay our bills, show up for work everyday, and contribute to the society. but being an adult also includes having mature relationships where people communicate their grievances, share in each others happiness, and not judge those they love... at least that is what i think. i am aware we do not all live and breathe alike.

reflection.

by JacqleenBleu

my SBJ died on a sunday. for the longest time i thought sundays would forever be marked by 'today is so many weeks since he died'. thank you God, for letting life go on so i would not keep counting. even though i do find myself walking a hallway or driving a long ride and thinking to myself, 'wow, two years. i have been without him for two years. yet, i still feel like he's infused in every part of my life.

the morning of his service i showered. put on my makeup. blow dried my hair and pulled it back. i opened the closet and pulled out the black dress that i had worn only two weeks before to carolina's christening where i stood next to him, clinging so tightly to the comfort of his arms. i thanked my mother for ironing the dress while i slipped it in. i closed the clasp on my favorite set of pearls as they lay resting on my neck. pushed on the backs to the matching earrings. slipped on my black high heels and grabbed my black sunglasses and wool coat... as i walked out the hotel room, i caught my reflection in the mirror that stopped me dead in my tracks and i thought to myself, 'you were made for this. head up, baby girl... head up.' we buried him him on a wednesday.

countdown.

by allegrae

grant it, i did not get to the office until noon but it's been two hours and i haven't even logged into my work email to see the massive amounts of crap i need to get done. good thing i only have thirty one days, two hours and forty eight minutes left of this job.

soul.

all the things i buy...

in my whirlwind of new change, one of my points is to drink more water. while i work, i had a problem with getting up and walking a mile and a half to the break room to continuously fill up my water bottle. so i thought if i had a little setup at my desk, i would drink my water since it would be at my finger tips. and so far, so good!

the large tumbler above, from Target, is one of two cups i bought to keep the whole thing a bit more visually interesting.

all the things i want...

nicole balch is among a long list of bloggers i visit daily. she is the lovely lady behind Making It Lovely, Pink Loves Brown... and not to forget her own design studio Smart & Lovely. this lady is some busy! anyhow, Pink Loves Brown is her web store where she sells all her cute creations. the bookplate above is my one of my favorites.

... now only if i read books.

sightings.

midget cowgirl spotted in gruene , texas.