A journey under the skull, into the mind

Beyond Help

I understand that I have a high regard toward my opinion. But DAMN some people really need to just give it a rest.

So there is this young ignorant girl who strives for attention that just so happens to be momentarily involved around my life through association. So needless to say I get to put up with her lack of…..well manners on the rare occasions. Every time I find them to be intolerable.

FACEBOOK has become a place of argument, solely because she feels the need to voice or opinion in things I say, which generally disagrees. I understand she doesn’t like the same things I do…fine. to each their own it doesn’t phase  me, but to continue proving your side after the other party understands that you don’t like something is beyond aggravating and I feel the urge to gag her and throw her in a cage and down a very deep dark hole.

Yes your upbringing sucked, yes you’re a bitch, yes you get the shit end, but DAMN get the fuck over yourself and realize that there is more than life than all your negative bullshit.

Thank you and goodbye crazy bitch.

To speak truthfully seems to hurt those who don’t want to hear it, but if I spoke a lie and they found out they would still get hurt…I don’t understand

COMPROMISE!!! FUCKING A man some people really should learn how to do this shit…

Admission to aging

Put some espresso grounds on your face they say, it helps give a more useful shine they say….

Ok so the organic face mask thing caught my attention and hey I love the smell of coffee and I can’t lie and say that I don’t realize that my youthful charm is depleting and being taken over by an older more worn out version of me and that I get offended when the cashier seems confused when I hand her my id to buy a case of beer…Maybe I am looking a little older, my boulders aren’t as perky as I’d like and my face is a little worn, my metabolism might be coming to a stand still so I was like ok maybe it’s time I hop on the “younger you” gravy train and I love organic crap so why not…

I look like a swamp monster on crack and smell like an expensively made Starbucks double shot espresso stashed inside a darkest roast mocha latte…which is confusing since Latte’s are what people perceive as CAPPUCCINO…and..it doesn’t smell like that, so maybe more of a french darkest roast morning brew….yah sounds about right and the longer I sit here the harder my face gets and i feel like it’s botox gone wrong…

Le sigh….you can only live once so try to stay beautiful so you won’t hate your reflection in the morning and stash them all away in the attic and flip shit every time someone opens up a compact…

<3 Love yah.

Thomas French

There comes a time when you have to step outside your comfort zone and accept the things you wish not to hear.

Yesterday my grandfather died, I already knew it was coming so I held up my head and let a sigh of relief go, because I know now that he no longer is suffering. The hard part was keeping it together to help keep those who need me wrapped in the arms of comfort, because the hardest part…was watching my mother loose control, she was a total wreck, but who wouldn’t be after they lost their father. I pray to the guardians to watch over her while she travels this difficult journey of grief and sadness and find the light of acceptance in good time.

I remember being a child sitting in the chair next to my grandpa with stubborn eyes and asking “grandpa how can I stay short forever?” because I was already taller than most kids my age. He just threw his head back and laughed for a bit and thought about it for a second…then he pushed his cup of coffee towards me and goes “drink this, it’ll stunt your growth” Ever since then I’ve had a love for coffee..didn’t do much for my height but I hold that delicious drink dear to me, even now so it’s a fond memory to hold on to.

The last time I saw him was we went to Tennessee for Thanksgiving in 2006 and he actually came down from his mountain for the family dinner. I had made peanut butter pie and convinced him to take a bite of my slice, he refused at first, even though he loves peanut butter, but then gave in and tried a slice and his eyes grew wide and he ran his tongue across his lips catching the stray pieces from his trademark mustache that he always had, and he got up went slowly to the kitchen and grabbed the rest of the pie and proclaimed that no one else can have it and walked to the back bedroom to eat the rest of it. I laughed so hard that day i cried.

One of the many things I had learned from his was to accept death with grace because it’s part of the natural order, tears should only be shed for the joys of a new life and a moment a silence and well wishes for a safe journey on the seas to the after life for those who have left us, because even though we have lost them, they have been found by salvation and are no longer suffering.

Love you Grandpa, Keep a look out over mom and grandma, they need your comfort in this time before your journey. We will always remember you.

Sleep sweet Marine.

/Day 2

Day 2 and already falling behind lol

What is your favorite mythical creature?

I’m gonna have to go with Sirens, because their beautiful songs lead sailors to their deaths, which in turns shows the weakness of our counterparts, the male humanoid.

Would that mean that areal from little mermaid was also a siren? Because she sang a beautiful song that captivated Prince Eric.
I guess that will be food for thought.

365 Day Challenge

So I suggested to my boyfriend that he does a 365 day challenge because he was trying to figure out what direction he should go on writing a journal, so to help motivate him to keep up with it, I will also do the 365 day challenge…granted he started yesterday lol (this challenge is answering a random question everyday..i.e google random question and answer it)

Day 1

What’s the strangest talent you have?

A lot of people used to find it weird but I can bend my thumb behind my hand and also make it look like the first half of it is flat without pushing on it. I used to think it was a strange talent, now I know it’s just called the hitch hikers thumb and being double jointed of the hands. Maybe if I dug down real deep I might realize there is some random strange talent hidden deep down inside somewhere.