- Toilet paper must be always facing outward.
- I can dance. Well.
- I love burnt popcorn.
- I always shake my soda before drinking.
- I’m a decent pool player.
- I collect Pokemon cards.
- I love driving long distances.
- I ran away from home when I was about seven. Came home for dinner.
- I adore horror movies.
- I hate tomatoes, but that’s probably the only thing I really hate eating.
- I always wanted to marry into a Greek family. I love the Greeks.
- In high school/college my hair was red, blonde, pink, ginger, and brown.
- I was in a serious car accident when I was about seventeen years old.
- My first kiss was while playing spin the bottle with my brother’s bestfriend.
- I love bars, clubs, concerts, and anywhere else there are huge crowds of nasty sweaty people rubbing up on everyone.
- I love movies, and quoting movies.
- My dream job was to be a photo journalist for the magazine “Black Belt”.
- I never celebrated Halloween until I was in college.
- I always dent the front of my coke cans.
- I love Zumba, even though I use to talk shit about it.
- My first pets were two lizards named Fred and George.
- I work in a doctors office and I am the youngest employee.
- I am the first person in my family to move out of Franklin in 20 years.
- While in college, my two close friends and I were nicknamed “Gutter Girls”, cause our heads are always in the gutter.
- I am a save-aholic.
- I got my first tattoo as soon as I turned 18, and then a new one every month for about 6 months.
- I have a total of 8 tattoos and a half sleeve.
- Everytime I breakup with someone, I get a piercing.
- My father is black. And you WILL offend me if you say the N word.
- My sperm donor is 100% Sicilian and I never met him.
- I am a Christian, and Jesus is my Lord.
- I have two very bestfriends, one lives in Southern California, and the other lives in Georgia.
- My food allergies consist of: sugars, dairy, meats, and gluten.
- I carry a backpack instead of a purse.
- I love swimming at night.
- I have never broken a bone.
- I was raised in a gym.
- I am a social butterfly.
- I absolutely adore making and bringing food for guys.
- My first job was at a Gem Mine.
- I have my black belt in American Kenpo Karate. I love the martial arts with all my heart.
- I hate the south and anything involving the south.
- I am rarely mad, but constantly disappointed.
- I’m not even slightly attracted to chiseled beefcake bros.
- I’m completely attracted to tattooed, gauged, band guys.
- I HATE living in the mountains.
- I only want to live on the beach one day.
- It took me about 4 months to finish this post.
Monthly Archives: March 2013
When it’s over.
After a period of time you begin to forget the tiny things that you’ve come to learn about someone.
You forget how he always would put 5 creamers in his coffee, and he refused to sleep without at least holding your hand. You only remember the bad things, and the stupid arguments. The fact that you enjoyed the same music becomes irrelevant and just the sound of his name makes you nauseous.
I’ve been through this so many times over the past few years, I’ve never wanted to be finished and done with such emotional holds on people so badly in my life.
I don’t think I am cut out for it at this point in my life.
At this moment I am on my way to San Diego for the week. To clear my head and try and figure my life out. I have my bestfriend and her advice for 7 days. In those 7 days, I have no choice but to make a decision. This is the line.
Mistakes made.
I cant do this anymore, baby.
This thing we call a relationship is falling apart before our eyes, and you don’t even seem care.
You have to see it. You have to see my hurt.
Baby, think I’ve given up.
I think I’ve stopped trying to impress you everyday.
I think I just can’t take your judgement anymore, baby. I just can’t shut up an watch you be demeaning towards — not only my friends, but your own.
I think I’m just done putting in every inch of effort I can muster, with nothing in return.
I think Im done expecting the minimum from you and getting even less
With hoping you would understand when you never even try too
I can’t stand telling you that I love you, or looking back on when you use to care for me over yourself
I’ve given you everything you wished for.. how could I possibly give up now.
I’ve never felt like I have been throwing so much of my life away, before.
This in the end
The end of my rope
The last of the straws
The finish of the spilt milk
I’m done
But please prove me wrong, baby.
Someone get this girl a smile!
I kind of jinxed myself when I named my Blog “The DAILY Barefoot”. Obviously I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with the façade of updating everyday. Well to be perfectly honest I’ve been in absolutely no mood this past month. I felt like I was repeating myself over and over again.
I’m upset, I don’t know why.
I’m fine, I don’t know why I was so upset.
I’m upset again, things never get better.
I’m fine, thing will get better.
I was just getting annoyed with myself for repeating over and over. Everytime I started to write, it just tossed my phone aside in frustration.
Well after a good month of not updating, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need some serious. Major. Joke free. CHANGES.
I’m not kidding, a girl can only hate what her life is turning into so much.
I thought my life in college was at a holding point, well shit this is a million times worse than college.
I’m doing nothing with my life, and I don’t like the place I’m living.
I need to move. I need to get away from the mountains. I need to go to a place where it is always warm and there are many many people to distract me.
My bestfriend and I were stalking shit back and forth as we usually do. I mentioned that I’ve never worked out so much in my life, and he answered me with the most obvious answer that I had been ignoring for the longer time..
Well yeah… It’s because you’re so depressed all the time.
Bam. Punch to face. Someone other than me sees it. I’m not just crazy, something is seriously wrong.
So I’m going to start slowly making changes to my life until I am back to being content and happy with my life… Like I’ve ALWAYS been.
I’m ready to be happy again.
The Daily Barefoot 