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gender: SG
age: 25 (Jan 26, 1988)
occupation: Serial Snuggler
gets me hot: open mouth making out
into: Sandwiches, boobs, cats
i lost my virginity: twice.
crush: Batman and Zebrah
heroes: Granny Punks, Veterans
body mods: Chest tat, septum pierced and sleeve tattoo :) hair color is a constant spinning of the color wheel.
fantasy: Football
makes me sad: Ignorance
stats: I'm fun sized. put me in your pocket and feed me cereal.
sign: Fire Rabbit
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So I'm moved into my boyfriend's parents house and things are going well. 5 days living here now and I think it's starting to hit me about my loss of independence. I know I'm in the best place I can be for my situation (no car, no job, no income once my next checks dry up) I have a beautiful place to stay, food, and I'm with my love so I have no complaints about any of that. I just can't get over my lack of car, my lack of "I can go somewhere if I want to." I hardly ever want to, but I miss that option. Hell, I think I've spent more time sitting in my car smoking in a drive-way than driving it. I don't need much 
But we're in the sticks so there isn't anywhere to walk to. It's a lot of ME time. I'm kind of scared I'm going to get sick of myself after awhile.
This takes me back to when I grew up on a farm in western Illinois. My parents both worked so I never had a ride to visit friends, and I was way way way too shy to ask my friends to come get me. Shit, I was way too shy to have more than 2 friends. So, it was me, my sisters that I never got along with, and farm cats. I liked going to school because I got to see people, snow days were bittersweet, a break from school but couldn't hang with friends. The country is a lonely place for me. I can write country songs about it all day. I probably will.
I'm trying to get myself into a schedule of doing stuff. I'm not going to waste my time in front of a television stoned and getting lumpy. I will be stoned, but not a potato. I'm going to better myself in any means I can. I'm think making each day of the week a "thing" is going to be most useful to me. So far Monday is Art Day, Tuesday is Reading Day...and that's as far as I've gotten. I'm kinda distracted today by my incoming ganja order, but I'll figure things out. I'm trying to give myself little projects to do. I'm open to ideas!
But we're in the sticks so there isn't anywhere to walk to. It's a lot of ME time. I'm kind of scared I'm going to get sick of myself after awhile. This takes me back to when I grew up on a farm in western Illinois. My parents both worked so I never had a ride to visit friends, and I was way way way too shy to ask my friends to come get me. Shit, I was way too shy to have more than 2 friends. So, it was me, my sisters that I never got along with, and farm cats. I liked going to school because I got to see people, snow days were bittersweet, a break from school but couldn't hang with friends. The country is a lonely place for me. I can write country songs about it all day. I probably will.
I'm trying to get myself into a schedule of doing stuff. I'm not going to waste my time in front of a television stoned and getting lumpy. I will be stoned, but not a potato. I'm going to better myself in any means I can. I'm think making each day of the week a "thing" is going to be most useful to me. So far Monday is Art Day, Tuesday is Reading Day...and that's as far as I've gotten. I'm kinda distracted today by my incoming ganja order, but I'll figure things out. I'm trying to give myself little projects to do. I'm open to ideas!
