pixietom

Hello.

I think its odd that I come here and rant about things but then other things I just don't talk about. Its like I've been living separate lives and such. Weird.
The reason why I say that is because for over a year and some change now. I've been trying to get a job. Not just any job, but one working overseas, where my parents are. Sure its near where all that shit is going down, but it makes bank, major bank. So... that was what I was trying to do. Get out of this place and actually have money to move away and then go places that I wanted to visit. School would be a little more possible, and such. It would make things not as complicated for a little while, later on in my life.
So I'm willing to put my life on hold with all my friends and relationships here, to have a better future. Is that like sacrifice...?

I haven't even told most of my friends. I don't really feel the need to. They never really keep in touch so, I shall be the same. I have things to prove to myself and to everyone else, who doubted me and believed in me.

But anywho. I got the job and we've been going through the beginning phases of the processing. Today in less then two hours I leave for the airport, that shall take me to Texas where I do a little learning and such on the area, get any extra stuff worked out and then my job actually starts. Its pretty crazy.

So, I'll be around but not so much around. I'd like it if you guys sent me like notes and such. Haha. Make me feel loved.


Next!
I found these lovely ass gauges I want from Body Art Forms.com... remove all the spaces I felt like putting. Never mind... I made it clickable. But I found these.

Aren't they lovely.
They are Tiger Iron Spirals and I wants them. To bad that for the finishing size I'm going to with my gauges, with is 3/4in isn't in my size.... but 1/2 in which I'm at now is... 120.oo... Well.. ain't that grand.
But I'm ready to move on to my next gauge, so first pay check is going to get me some crappy spirals to just get me up till I get to 3/4 inch.

So for my job... I get vacations about every three to four months. Like 16 days worth each time. And then one of those is 21 days... What ever shall I do. I wanna visit places. I want to meet my friend Mell, who lives in Redding CA finally. We've been dying to meet each other and she's my wifey so... Its only right.
I want to go visit Germany... I'm worried about that though. Feel like I should know at least some of the language. I was born there and honestly I remember nothing of that place. It sort of breed me in a way.

Wanna go back to London. Of course, well again Britain period would be grand.
Then I want to visit Barcelona and Paris, maybe even Egypt.
Yes, Egypt. Because for most of my life.... (and even still now) I believe that I was an Egyptian royal. In fact, Disney made me believe that I was separated from my family in along wind of keeping me from claiming the thrown and crap. Oh it goes on. Then in another life I was Cleopatra... no joke....

So there is was this guy... My first like... love... I still don't wanna call it that. I know it is that, but I just don't want to truly label it. I don't think I'll ever be oh -k- with labeling my feelings for anyone once they go past the.... 'I really really like you phase.'
But any-who... I added him on facebook. He accepted it and like... It was cool... But then the sinking realization came that... I can't have him anymore. I mean besides the fact that he has a girlfriend... She's pretty and such... Like... ugh wish I didn't have to admit that, but I do... She's sort of prettier and well very pale... Which I'm fine with pale girls... I'm just tired of not getting the guy I want cause of them. But... Like.. I went kinda stupid dealing with him. I kinda sorta slept with his brother. I mean that both innocently and not so innocently. He was a great learning experience for me. I figured out what I was actually looking for in a guy because of him. He haunts me, but for right now that's my curse and blessing.

I washed my dreads two days ago... took so long for them to dry... Like insanely long. But now they smell kinda like pomegranate. Which is awesome, and bad. I used Burt Bee shampoo no conditioner on the dreads but I used the conditioner on my bangs. It wasn't until later that I found that... the pomegranate shampoo is volume-izing... So now my bangs are puffy, and crap. Its sort of annoying but cute at the same time. My dreads are slightly like fluffier but not really. I can tell the difference in the shampoo alone and the added conditioned hair... But all and all my dreads feel nice. I'm still very much in love with them.

I regained my addiction to this...

Just thought I'd mention that. I also love the stickers.
Something you probably didn't know about me is that I'm addicted to stickers. Love them. Never have enough! And the fact that this candy comes with an extremely random sticker is awesome-pawsome!

Oh yes.... CookiePuss-time! Well I've been texting her off and on. I haven't told her that I'm leaving. I don't really know why but... I guess I sort of have to. But anyway... We were talking like two maybe three days ago while she was at work. I told her I've been taking photos of myself and she was sad that her subscription ran out... So what do you do...? Well what would I do...? If your thought was get her a subscription you're wrong. I was thinking that but for instant gratification... sending her, her own 'fresh' picture would be better. So I did. Sort of scared about the reaction. Apparently I'm damn sexy. Oh how oblivious to these things I am. Like... I really didn't know. So we giggled about that for a while and stuff. She's the marshmallow to my chocolate... Or the sugar to my tea, or the milk to my coffee.

I realize that I'm just going on and on on this. I probably lost most of you a while ago. So whoever is still here. Why thank you for reading on. Haha!
My tummy is kinda grumbly. Which is lame.

Oh good news, well tattoo wise. I found the card from my tattoo artist that did my chest piece and my shoulder/starting on my sleeve. So hopefully I can find him, since the shop he was at finally closed. Open for like 20 years and the owners decided to move away. So wish me luck.

I want Starbucks but my car is already in the garage and I don't really feel like going get it out and putting it back in. Well that came out pervy in my mind.
My vegetarianism is going well. Its good to be back from my tiny hiatus of drama.

But back to my leaving... I'm gonna miss this place. I already miss my dog who has been gone for a few days now, getting used to his new home. To bad I couldn't take him... though he'd be a handful. I'm gonna miss my Whole Foods stores and m Starbucks... My friends such. My late night strolls. My bed. I'll miss it all. But I need this... This get away from home thing. On my own. Its scary and it makes me feel so small, but I can handle this. Cause this leads to my dreams.

Interlude... s that the right word? Break time, brought to you by Minus the Bear, but not the whole band. Just the guitarist and the drummer.

I literally laughed for hours. Like... what?!

I had a kinky dream about Brandon Boyd last night. To my sex song. Like...
It was the two of us dancing, to the song. I have to say... I dance pretty damn well with him while in heels. I feel like I know the story behind how it all happened. I know at least i shot is involved. Cause before that I sit like a wall flower... and I mean a flower pasted to the wall.
Even weirder. I was thinking of my dream boy Jake, the vocalist to Minus the Bear the whole time. Like...How typical of me. But now I'm just in a MtB mood so... Here is more stuff of Jake.

Perfection!


and yes the song....
again.


I think I'm done. Gotta go floss and feed my other dog thats staying home. Then put on shoes and clean up the mess I made... That is actually nothing.

Wish me luck and I love you all.