730 days ago my love got taken away from me
730 days too many since she’s been gone
730 days ago my heart broke forever
730 days ago I lost the love of my life
730 days worth of tears
4017+ days that I got to spend with her and I cherish every single one of them
Tu es ma meilleure amie. Je t’aime, Liberty ❤
“Disorder”. They make it sound like you’re a sodamachine that’s out of order.
“Disorder”. People hear that word and they immediately assume the worst. Assume that you’re a psychopath.
“Disorder”. It makes it sound like you’re broken. Not perfect. Not right.
I want to send out a big hug and lots of kisses to everyone that has read any of my insane ramblings, followed or maybe even “liked” any of my posts. It has been one hell of a year and here’s to 2015!
I want to wish everyone a very very Happy New Year!!
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,500 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 25 trips to carry that many people.
3 hours into Christmas earlier today and my family was already getting on my nerves.
Is it some kind of unwritten rule that family drama must ensue during holidays??!
Tomorrow my cousin is coming over to Granny’s house to cook and he’s basically invited like 20 freaking people. I have no desire whatsoever to go and be social and shit, let alone with 20+ people. Yuck. Family members no less. Christmas mostly feels like an obligation, to be honest. And this is why I informed everyone that I would not be joining the “fun”. Then my aunt decided to yell at me. She literally told me “It’s Christmas. Even if you don’t like each other, you just pretend. At least until Christmas is over”. Yeah, ah.. Nah? Nothing against my family (mostly?) but the last thing I need is to PRETEND to like each other and stand there and be asked the following questions by family members that I haven’t seen in years:
-“You looking fat oh. You pregnant?”
-“Have you gained weight?”
Or the very well known:
-“Why you spoiling yourself like that oh? Why you putting all those tattoos on your body like that oh!? You used to be such a fine girl!”
And the ones I truly hate:
-“How’s your mom?”
Me: “I wouldn’t know. Don’t care”.
-“OH, what you mean you don’t know? She your mother!!”
Me “Nah.. Not really…”
-“No, no, no Conchita, you can’t behave like that oh! Your mother is your mother”..
That is usually the point where I’d grab the nearest wine bottle and just chug the entire thing.
So yeah… My bed, a cold beer and I shall be having a lovely 2nd Christmas day tomorrow!
Not gonna be forced to play nice and act social all day 👍