So the last time I was really here was May, I don't think I was even really here then.
I rescued a cat from outside my old job (or rather, the cat was outside the local mall, where I worked in a salon). I was going to try to find a home for her, I ended up keeping her... well... I was hoping to. I got her in April, she got pregnant and had kittens June 28. They're all super precious. She decided my mother is a threat to her and since I'm not at a place to move out of her house yet (hopefully I'll find a decent job and be able to soon) that means I have to try to find a home for her. I'm very sad. Locke is my baby (no, I didn't name her after the guy in Lost, I only watched a few episodes of it because my friend was trying to get me into it and I hadn't even had the guy's name mentioned). I'm hoping somebody will take her 'til I get my own place, but since I can't tell when that'll be I can't promise anything. Lame. She's an awesome cat, she can just do a lot of damage if she thinks you're a threat to her and her kittens.
Uhm, I've been rescuing cats on the side, otherwise. For my 24 birthday my friend threw me and another friend a joint 80s party. There were some wild cats outside his apartment in Birmingham, I followed one and insisted on him helping me catch it. I'm such an idiot, I didn't think what I'd do with the poor kitten afterward. Luckily, my other friend took it home, her mom's a vet and so they nursed it back to health and my other friend took it home finally. We ended up catching her sister a month later... but this time her sister managed to draw a lot of blood. She was freaking out and biting the shit out of my hand and after my friend took her from me and scruffed her (I wouldn't let go) she got her in the cage and I proceeded to freak out over my cat bite wounds and the fact my hand was gushing blood.
Impressive, I know.
My friend took this kitten as well, so now the sisters are happily re-united.
Kitten 1
Kitten 2
People think I'm going to be a crazy cat lady, but I'm really a dog person. I adore my cats, I want to try to help rescue strays, but if I'd had my way I'd have gotten a dog, haha.
Lost my job officially today, I already worked so few hours, it wasn't worth it. I'd been needing to job hunt but I half-assed it because I have so much stressing me out. I'm the kind I need a fire under my ass to get me to job hunt, so losing it will be good. I also just got a friend to help me make sure my resume was good, so now I'm starting to send it out to the kind of jobs I want. I would do great in some kind of office environment, I really want an office job. Any job would be good, but I want a job that at least pays decent enough that I can move out on my own relatively soon. I get bitched out if I come home early in the morning, even though I'll still wake up early and go about my day as usual if I come in late. It also sucks if a guy I like invites me over I have to sneak around, but I guess that's for the best. I feel like I'm treated like I'm 12, I hate it.
I've just stayed busy going to see my friends' band perform and hanging out, going to parties. He had a 1920s party that I was really excited for, I wish I'd gotten more photos of my outfit. I dressed like a gangster and had a friend from cosmetology school pincurl my hair, it looked hot.
In a perfect world, I could pincurl my own hair. Hopefully once I grow it out I'll be able to. I love playing with makeup and doing retro styles. Themed parties are the best
Obviously, you can tell I enjoy them from my 80s photo I posted.
That's my makeup prior to putting on my red lipstick, so good.
The most 80s girls at the party, we rocked it! (By the way, that's Steve Perry from Journey if you're wondering about the necklace I'm wearing. My friend made it for me for Christmas and I love it, so funny to wear.)
I'm posting a ridiculous amount of photos, sorry... but whatever.
I've been trying to keep busy being social. I was going on a lot of dates up until December, then stuff happened. I found somebody to like and I've only finally decided it's time to move on since I can't have them. But I've been dateless since December, it's kinda depressing when I think about, even if it was for good reason.
I had my best friend pass away in December, as well. It was very hard. A lot of my not going on dates was because I was working on getting over the loss, it just didn't feel right to date while grieving like I was. I figured I'd either meet somebody since I've been going to bars and parties more a lot recently, but I haven't... which is cool. I had a good amount of time to enjoy being single, I just hope that time is over soon, haha. I started drinking more after December, too. Not a whole lot, but I've been drunk 4 times in my life and 3 were in the past months, haha. I think I'm over that stage. Maybe occasionally I'll drink, but it's not my thing. Not like it's a problem, I know when I'm drunk and I'm self-aware, I'm also a happy drunk so people like when I'm drunk around them 'cause I'm smiling non-stop and just all friendly.
I act stupid enough without being drunk, though.
I've changed my haircolor 20 times from stress, but I guess I won't spam with a billion and one photos of it. But I did have a brown that people mistook for black.
That was a casino night party at the beginning of the year. Sexy, right?
I'm a redhead again right now, but I'm trying to grow my natural blonde out... so it's only demi-perminant color.
I think I'm just babbling right now. I guess I should stop.
But I'm going to post this photo 'cause it's from the day I got my hair trimmed and my friend made it look so good, I love him!
One of the most noticeable changes is I've started embracing my DDDs and wear stuff to accent it now. Before I wore t-shirts and jeans. Of course, it also sucks being told you're not a DDD just because you have a big ribcage so things are proportionate. Oh well, I love my girls.
I rescued a cat from outside my old job (or rather, the cat was outside the local mall, where I worked in a salon). I was going to try to find a home for her, I ended up keeping her... well... I was hoping to. I got her in April, she got pregnant and had kittens June 28. They're all super precious. She decided my mother is a threat to her and since I'm not at a place to move out of her house yet (hopefully I'll find a decent job and be able to soon) that means I have to try to find a home for her. I'm very sad. Locke is my baby (no, I didn't name her after the guy in Lost, I only watched a few episodes of it because my friend was trying to get me into it and I hadn't even had the guy's name mentioned). I'm hoping somebody will take her 'til I get my own place, but since I can't tell when that'll be I can't promise anything. Lame. She's an awesome cat, she can just do a lot of damage if she thinks you're a threat to her and her kittens.
Uhm, I've been rescuing cats on the side, otherwise. For my 24 birthday my friend threw me and another friend a joint 80s party. There were some wild cats outside his apartment in Birmingham, I followed one and insisted on him helping me catch it. I'm such an idiot, I didn't think what I'd do with the poor kitten afterward. Luckily, my other friend took it home, her mom's a vet and so they nursed it back to health and my other friend took it home finally. We ended up catching her sister a month later... but this time her sister managed to draw a lot of blood. She was freaking out and biting the shit out of my hand and after my friend took her from me and scruffed her (I wouldn't let go) she got her in the cage and I proceeded to freak out over my cat bite wounds and the fact my hand was gushing blood.
Impressive, I know.
My friend took this kitten as well, so now the sisters are happily re-united.
Kitten 1
Kitten 2
People think I'm going to be a crazy cat lady, but I'm really a dog person. I adore my cats, I want to try to help rescue strays, but if I'd had my way I'd have gotten a dog, haha.
Lost my job officially today, I already worked so few hours, it wasn't worth it. I'd been needing to job hunt but I half-assed it because I have so much stressing me out. I'm the kind I need a fire under my ass to get me to job hunt, so losing it will be good. I also just got a friend to help me make sure my resume was good, so now I'm starting to send it out to the kind of jobs I want. I would do great in some kind of office environment, I really want an office job. Any job would be good, but I want a job that at least pays decent enough that I can move out on my own relatively soon. I get bitched out if I come home early in the morning, even though I'll still wake up early and go about my day as usual if I come in late. It also sucks if a guy I like invites me over I have to sneak around, but I guess that's for the best. I feel like I'm treated like I'm 12, I hate it.
I've just stayed busy going to see my friends' band perform and hanging out, going to parties. He had a 1920s party that I was really excited for, I wish I'd gotten more photos of my outfit. I dressed like a gangster and had a friend from cosmetology school pincurl my hair, it looked hot.
In a perfect world, I could pincurl my own hair. Hopefully once I grow it out I'll be able to. I love playing with makeup and doing retro styles. Themed parties are the best
Obviously, you can tell I enjoy them from my 80s photo I posted.That's my makeup prior to putting on my red lipstick, so good.
The most 80s girls at the party, we rocked it! (By the way, that's Steve Perry from Journey if you're wondering about the necklace I'm wearing. My friend made it for me for Christmas and I love it, so funny to wear.)
I'm posting a ridiculous amount of photos, sorry... but whatever.
I've been trying to keep busy being social. I was going on a lot of dates up until December, then stuff happened. I found somebody to like and I've only finally decided it's time to move on since I can't have them. But I've been dateless since December, it's kinda depressing when I think about, even if it was for good reason.
I had my best friend pass away in December, as well. It was very hard. A lot of my not going on dates was because I was working on getting over the loss, it just didn't feel right to date while grieving like I was. I figured I'd either meet somebody since I've been going to bars and parties more a lot recently, but I haven't... which is cool. I had a good amount of time to enjoy being single, I just hope that time is over soon, haha. I started drinking more after December, too. Not a whole lot, but I've been drunk 4 times in my life and 3 were in the past months, haha. I think I'm over that stage. Maybe occasionally I'll drink, but it's not my thing. Not like it's a problem, I know when I'm drunk and I'm self-aware, I'm also a happy drunk so people like when I'm drunk around them 'cause I'm smiling non-stop and just all friendly.
I act stupid enough without being drunk, though.
I've changed my haircolor 20 times from stress, but I guess I won't spam with a billion and one photos of it. But I did have a brown that people mistook for black.
That was a casino night party at the beginning of the year. Sexy, right?
I'm a redhead again right now, but I'm trying to grow my natural blonde out... so it's only demi-perminant color.
I think I'm just babbling right now. I guess I should stop.
But I'm going to post this photo 'cause it's from the day I got my hair trimmed and my friend made it look so good, I love him!
One of the most noticeable changes is I've started embracing my DDDs and wear stuff to accent it now. Before I wore t-shirts and jeans. Of course, it also sucks being told you're not a DDD just because you have a big ribcage so things are proportionate. Oh well, I love my girls.