Mirror Talk: Wipe the shit off your glasses and gain a new perspective

I’m not disagreeing that they’re assholes, you’re not wrong…I’m just asking you what kind of shades you have on. If you feel like you’ve been taking shit for a long time, then your default lenses need to be reexamined because they seem to be speckled with fecal matter.

Giving new and old relationships another chance in a new light is what you used to be good at. People take advantage of people like us, sure, but everyone isn’t using you… everyone makes mistakes, as cliche as it sounds; but it’s really never resonated with me like it does today.

Every single person that there ever was, is, or will be, has, does, and will make mistakes on this earth. Every single human being.

Also, you’re older and wiser. Young-us was stupid, but look what we’ve managed to accomplish by always taking care of one another.  Imagine what the possibilities now.

You’ve met some fucking outrageous characters and have gotten yourself out of some risky situations, and into some amazing ones with charm, grace, and listening strongly to your intuition impulsively.

Take all that, get a new pair of fecal-free lenses and start letting people in like you once knew how to love.

When my thoughts are too loud to simply work out in my head, I talk to the mirror with full eye contact. This is what I had on my mind today and honestly, after having that talk with myself, I felt a rush of calm wash over me. It felt like a higher power hearing me out and giving me the answers. I feel open and vindicated in my own skin and like an emotional block had been lifted. I know I won’t change overnight, but I am grateful that I’m consciously working towards the loving free spirit that I miss seeing in the mirror. To stop expecting because that leads to projecting, then I’d truly become the person I hated the most. Accept every single moment for what is unless you have a reason to think otherwise.

Thanks for listening to my ramble.


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Magenta Mood Obsession

I’m not going to bore you with the backstory to this creation, or the color of the sunset as I was looking out the window while sipping my latest creation, like a 90’s r&b video.

You’re not here for that, and I won’t put you through it.

Fruit Drink Recipe

Raspberries 1/4 cup

Blueberries 1/4 cup

Strawberries 1/2 cup

Vanilla Almond Milk (Unsweetened) 2/3 cup

Water 1 cup

A little over a TBS of Lime Juice

Sugar 4 TBS or 1/4 cup if you like your smoothies childishly sweet (Same. No judgment here.)

Blackstrap Molasses (optional1 Tsp


I got these organic berries for free as leftovers from Thanksgiving…

These are the frozen berries that I normally use; store brand berries because I’m not paying over 10 bucks for 3 different berries. 

But listen to your heart on the berries… I ate a cold pop tart for breakfast this morning and I’m in my early 30’s, so I’m not telling anyone how to run their weekly”organic fruit” budget. 

For the Ladies: (Optional)

Fellas: Pass it on for a calmer “Moontide” experience

During my MoonTide or “that time of the month”, I add a teaspoon of Blackstrap Molasses to just about everything that I drink. If you like earthy chickory notes, then this shouldn’t be hard to get used to doing once a month. Even if you don’t care for the taste, the result outweighs my desire to like the taste… kind of like kale. No one genuinely loves raw kale or garlic but here we are eating it, especially when there’s a health benefit.

By the end of my cup of coffee, I’m feeling waaaay better. It acts as an anti-inflammatory, and truth be told if I start drinking it a day or two before I start, I don’t have first-day cramps or bloating whatsoever.

I got bored in the kitchen, and now I’m obsessed. I load the bullet container the night before, and the next morning I blend it and am out the door in less than a minute. 

The bite of the lime juice combined with the natural bitterness of the berries is soothed by the almond milk, and the sugar helps it transition from a bitter bite to a sweet kick to perk me up in the morning. 

I hope you have interesting tastebuds like me

Sunday Bumfuk Sunday

Welp. I kept my heart open to adventure, but it wasn’t meant to be😒

Today was the physical manifestation of why I roll alone, and why I choose to entertain myself alone.

I got into a major argument when someone I care about a few months ago about not appreciating and honoring plans that we make.

If I don’t feel important enough to respect, I will not be there.

That’s not a “strong independent woman” barking nonsense; It’s a serious character trait, a lot of times to a fault.

If I give someone another chance and they do ANYTHING resembling the last time I felt disrespected, I take it as a hint of entitlement to my time & being, and I fuck right off.

I don’t know why I’m writing this…

I’m going to fill my winter with hobbies so I don’t have to deal with people this season – they started talking about the Black Friday sale two weeks before Halloween, so as a people I’m sure the rest of this year with be considerate, tolerant, but most importantly, a sunny fucking delight🎭

The Tyrant Mantra

A rampant tyrant seeks the love of a memory,

The love of a memory that never truly existed.

The memory that never truly existed, is the love that they protect.

And so they defend it, into a new death.


Moral of the story: Don’t take the elevator down to their level

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My Guide to Shitty Friendom

This month, so far, can best be described as a real life, mundane independent film about a group of 30-somethings, that probably got way more film festival awards than it deserved.

The main character has chosen to go numb until she can figure out a way to get ahold of herself.

I guess I’m questioning my character, which isn’t a bad thing. It’s necessary to do every few months to keep yourself in check – and my verdict is that I’ve been a shit this year.
I haven’t done anything to hurt anyone deliberately, but I’ve certainly become way more of a homebody. I don’t attend events hardly anymore, I don’t call as much, and I don’t feel like a good friend.

A couple of huge events happened to me that contributed to this state, and I went catatonic for a few months. (Maybe a post about them one day?)
Everything kind of happened at the same time and I didn’t have a healthy way to deal with it.
I shut down.
I stayed home.
I started pulling away from people who weren’t there for me the way I thought a friend should be, which is fine…some of them really weren’t my friends and I accept that.
We were just outing buddies and I already knew they friendship pretty much stopped there.
But not going out as much anymore and keeping to myself, I can’t help but wonder if there were a couple of people that I abandoned.

Everyone is going through things, life happens, and people generally understand that. But when I withdrew, my alone activities became more important than going out and bonding, unless it’s a birthday or a special occasion.
Reflecting back, I feel like I may have neglected some peoples feelings.
A lot of people for the better, to be honest. I’m in a phase in my life where I’m becoming very particular with who I give my energy to in real life.

I’ve spent a lot of my 20’s being a people pleaser, and I want to get that under control before the well runs dry.
I never want to stop giving, especially to the people that I love, but I also don’t have the patience for anything other than genuine conversation at this point.
Sound cunty? Sure.
But I need to protect my love and energy for reciprocators until further notice for sure. The amusement park is closed, open only for private parties; No glass bottles, no flip-flops on the rides.

These “agoraphobic” patterns don’t make sense to me. They’re new, but they’re starting to feel comfortable and we can’t have that. I’m way too outgoing to keep this shit up.

I feel like I’m at the bottom of a cave looking up most days. Silver lining? The acoustics down here are pretty good.


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All Hail the Chatroom Phantom

A few months ago I was watching a live stream and there was this guy on the live chat that would say non-racist things to force a stereotypical image into your mind.


Asian people driving cars.

African Americans eat fruit.

Hispanic people in the service industry.

Motel owner eating curry in a silk shirt.

Dockers and a braided belt.

It was a form of pure comedic genius to me.
No one was acknowledging this person typing these benign fragments, and it literally had nothing to do with the subject matter we were watching. You know when something happens that you know you’ll never forget and will cross your mind for the rest of your life? That’s this thing for me. No matter what I’m going through, when I think of the indifferent, but more likely confused faces on the other people in the chat room, it brings me to tears with laughter.
For absolutely no reason at all, this person was just planting stereotype landmines into peoples head.
It wasn’t offensive enough for anyone to say anything, because he wasn’t saying anything bad. He just put the image in peoples head and allowed their conditioned thought process to fill in the rest.
Literally, my favorite thing that I’ve ever seen in a chat OR ANY comment section on any platform ever.
It was, to me, comedy in all its nakedness.

A prime example of the original definition itself.
I’ve yet to see them in the chats again, but I think about him at least once a week and cry-laugh.
Thank you for bringing frequent joy into my life, whoever you are.
You are truly an angel and a righteous comedic scholar.
Sheer brilliance.

Purgatory 8612

Floating away from this reality, my view morphs into a beautifully executed Soap Opera.

I see my eyes rolling around in my head, the frantic look on our dogs face as it frantically licks the face of a freshly brewed corpse and paces around the room whining for help.
You come back with some water and pour it on my chest and face.
After you smell the booze, the lifeless cadaver makes a few more choking sounds – you lie it face down, shaking and screaming for it to wake up.
Screaming that you love her.
Screaming that she’s a fucking idiot.
Demanding that she answers you why.
Asking yourself why you love her.
Why you chose her.
Why you fall for it.
You’re screaming that she promised… yelling that she’s a liar.
A tunnel vision of sorrow, love, and theatrical grace plays me out of this world as a cosmic epiphany takes me into anew.
Such beauty, bravery, and admiration for all of us who chose the human form.
Any other form, in any other world, the possibilities of our physical forms were endless; and yet we were brave enough to choose such a fragile, gentle, bleeding being.
All this love that we get to feel, even if just for a bit… all this hate, the betrayal, the emotions.
We get to experience the beauty of caring, whether we did it poorly or some sort of Mother Teresa realm, we all got to experience us caring about something or someone; to make the brief acquaintance of this miracle.
It was the eeriest, beautiful, disgusting sight that I had ever seen.
Squinting even harder as I float further away, I can see the man-made craters stemmed from hate.
In my afterlife haze, begged the forces for a wave of Darwinian genius.
I could see dry poverty and salivating gluttony, infused and segregated; I saw the bombs, thievery, genocide, ignorance, and unsolicited tranquility.
The sun formed a perfectly round halo surrounding the earth…
And I wept because I saw home.
I couldn’t control the direction that I was being led.
There were others, but no one spoke and we all looked forward; some looking more concerned than others.
Tubes appeared and seemed to vanish into nothing, zapping the other energies like flies upon contact.
Moving closer, I am frozen in terror at the mercy of the vast fuligin pit that I’m heading directly towards.
I suddenly feel the urge to breathe again, and I take it as a signal to take a deep breath and hold it — Almost instinctively.

Written🎭August 6, 2012


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🎭Blogger Recognition Award🎭

Last week I was nominated for my first Blogger Recognition Award by ButterFlies And Boundaries 🥀 I’m super flattered since I really appreciate how relatable her writing is!

She’s hilarious, honest, and the imagery she paints raw and refreshing.

PLEASE Check her blog out – you won’t regret it🖤

Ze Blog: https://butterfliesandboundaries.wordpress.com/

Ze Tweets: https://twitter.com/xMrsChalkex


Nomination Rules:

  1. Give thanks to the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  2. Write a post to show your award
  3. Give a brief story of how your blog got started
  4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers
  5. Select 15 other bloggers to nominate
  6. Comment on each blog to let them know you nominated them and provide a link to your post.


How I started my blog :
This actually isn’t my first vlog, but I know I’m not the only one in the “Abandoned Blogs of Yesteryear” Club. The reason I started my first blog was that I wanted to have one place for all of my writings and satirically dramatic episodes – every version of my weirdness put into the universe, in one place for me to reflect on.
Writing has ALWAYS helped me when I didn’t feel heard, even if no one saw it. The main reason I started this blog was to reassure myself, nurture my oddities, to build a pallet for personal my growth, and for a much needed consistent variable in my life.

Here’s my first blog post if you want to give it a gander:

Know Who You Are.

My two pieces of advice for blogging are :

  1. Write for yourself first. If you need to look for inspiration, do that, but don’t absorb what everyone else is doing – they’re not you, and we want to hear what you have to say.
  2. If you start letting stats run your blog, the heart leaves and the words become empty. It can be tempting to follow trends when you think you’re under pressure to write something, but just remember that everything is under your control.


These are my 15 favorite nominees :

  1. http://www.littlewritelies.com/ “For Readers and Writers of Flash Fiction”
  2. https://asobermiracle.wordpress.com/ “A Womans quest for one year of sobriety”
  3. https://hurrahforcoffeeblog.wordpress.com/ “My new sober adventure”
  4. https://comedytravelwriting.com/The Adventures and Misadventures of Chirpy Wilberforce”
  5. https://dirtyscifibuddha.com/Musings and Books From A Grunty Overthinker
  6. https://feelingmywaybackintolife.wordpress.com/living without alcohol, living again”
  7. https://eddaz.com/Never run from your shadow
  8. https://vasinvixon.wordpress.com/My sarcastic travels through life while trying to remain true to myself and not kill others.”
  9. https://samspace1.wordpress.com/
  10. https://thestoryofjohnsennett.com/The online journal of one man’s travels, thoughts and experiences.”
  11. https://maraeastern.com/I hope to be hysterically hilarious. But maybe I’m just hysterical.
  12. https://the20yearoldmess.wordpress.com/A Blog About My Thoughts On Everything And Nothing At All
  13. https://thoughtswithn.blogspot.com/
  14. https://rebelfish.blog/Swimming Against A Tide of Normality
  15. http://swipeirl.blogspot.com/This is not a dating blog. It’s a journey in finding true happiness, much like the one suggested in fairy tales, but this one begins and end with you.”

Thanks for reading! Please check out all of these awesome bloggers and show them some love.


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