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♥ Happiness Hemp Day: The 6.21.2017 Edition, aka: The First Day of Summer Edition, aka: The Don’t Fucking Bother Me Because I’m Reading Books Instead of Watching the News Edition ♥

Published June 21, 2017 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

My International Social Scene:

It’s been 2 weeks and 3 days since the last blog post got published.  There was no part 2 to that, in case you missed it.  The Tot-In-Chief + his Tot Puppetmasters are the very  reason why I don’t watch the news anymore, therefore, I plan to read books in exchange for my new habit of skipping the news.  Maybe that will take me into my goal of reading 12 or more books this year because I’ve been putting more books in my lists for this year than reading any of them, actually.  I’ll be sure to recreate the Excel chart for my reading progress, this time make the progress as accurately stated in my Goodreads charts as I read.  Coffee + Italian chocolate creme sandwich cookies will be enough to satiate my focus, along with a mahogany sandalwood scented candle to soothe my soul in the process.  I plan to order up to 8 or more books in the next 3 weeks or so, starting with Richelle Mead’s SoundlessThe Glittering Court (The former I’m ordering tomorrow is an Advanced Reader’s Copy on my eBay watch list, by the way), + ending with Marissa Meyer’s Lunar Chronicles anthology, Stars Above; then, after paying for lights, I’ll be caught up with Wires & Nerve:  Volume One, the graphic novel for the 6-book series, then Heartless will follow in the following week.  I’ll be sure to write out my plans to buy even more Jason Bourne novels on eBay for the remainder of this year; I doubt a guarantee to keep that promise after August, but let’s see how this goes.  Thursday will arrive in one hour, three minutes, and twenty seconds from now, so I’m going to make this last note short before I sign off; the note is this:

After my church camping trip this coming July 4 week, it’s highly likely that I’ll continue to pursue my ordering more YA novels.  It’s a bit more likely that more cookbooks are on the way to my mailbox, too, so please keep an eye out for the 2016 + 2017 edition cookbooks on the way.

That’s all for tonight.  I’m sorry I couldn’t get how my day went tonight, but tonight’s featured photo should prove my happiness.  Thanks again.

♥Ash♥

Synchornized Symphonica Sunday: The 06.04.2017 Edition, aka: The Tekken Fighter’s Return Edition

Published June 4, 2017 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

…I write for only two reasons:  to please myself and to please others.  -Stephen King, The Stand:  The Complete & Uncut Edition, A Preface in Two Parts, Part 2:  To Be Read After Purchase (2008 Reprint)

Hey, my CosmiSquad.  It’s been six days since the last post, but let’s cut to the chase of what’s happened since then:

  1. I traded my ASUS for a touchscreen Dell from Rent-A-Center.  This is the first time my mom has co-signed on anything with me, but I’m surely hoping it’ll be the only time in my life.  Tomorrow, I’m paying for the remainder of Week One and all of Week Two of Sixty-Six so I won’t be begging for deals and shit, like my mom did to get hers paid for.
  2. I’m getting audiobook + music CDs copied into my Windows Media Player library as quickly as I can before I get blocked and fined yet again, so I’m being careful this time around.
  3. I’m trying to stay as healthy as I can, and I’m not doing too good a job on that.  Really, I’m not.
  4. Writing recipes from cookbooks will be happening again, and very soon.
  5. Last, but not least, I’m going to be sure to make the screenshots for my Daily Soundtracks consistent with what I’m listening to on a daily basis, starting today.

Today was just another daily game of running around like a headless chicken doing errands.  At least, I’m fed, watered, and cleaned, aren’t I?

As the title theme song of World of Warcraft:  The Wrath of the Lich King is playing on my video game soundtrack radio on Pandora via my Windows X laptop, the operatically silent allergy tears are getting to me, but not in a depressive manner, just reminding me of the upcoming summer solstice.  [Note:  Dan just got online; I had been waiting for him since last night, the poor man.  *sigh*  Isn’t he worth my time and patience, though?]

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This came in the mail today; I’m looking forward to reading this tonight, right after this gets postal.

Now, I hate to cut this short, but, before I go, I just want to say thank you to all who have put up with me all this time, since March 2007, so thank you for putting up with me for ten years.  Here’s to the next ten plus years.

-Ash.

Me, Myself, + Music Monday: The 5.29.2017 Edition, aka: The Cosmic Chain of Peace, Love, Resistance, Beauty, + Living Memories Edition

Published May 29, 2017 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

There is a house in New Orleans/They call the Rising Sun/And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy/And, God, I know I’m one.  –The Animals, House of the Rising Sun

My Cosmic Brothers + Sisters:

The music coming out of my Sylvania Water Dancing Bluetooth Speaker is from my Classic Rock Radio Station on Pandora, via the Windows X desktop app.  The music that was created in a time where original music was given mad respect that went to shit this decade, thanks to the evil Heartless Party O. 45, ViceRoy Pennywise, and their crew of slavemasters + oppressors are leading, and letting themselves crumble to shit while making Panem a reality out of the United States of America in the process, is associated to my resistance to the politico pickle we’re in, and those of who are just fed up with the bullshit associated with that, freedoms that our soldiers fought for us to keep, and, most importantly of all, the people who are in my life.  When I mention people in my life, I mean those who have stayed with me for the last 6 years of my life, supporting and believing in me, including my friend and ex-boyfriend, Daniel Paul Harrienger II, who is married to Lorena Rios-Harrienger, who I’ve yet to see, but I’ll bet is as gorgeous as I am, too, and who I’ll accept as my friend, no matter what.  The marriage betwixt the two was unexpected, but, when Dan had to tell me on the phone a week and three days ago, that shock stabbed me in my heart so fucking hard I cried most of the day, trying not to think about it, but the tears of pain were also tears of joy, because, to be motherfucking frank on this, by that day’s end, I became grateful enough to forgive him, Lori, our families, and, best of all this, I forgave myself for everything that happened, and everything that should’ve happened, but didn’t.  I cried so fucking hard that day, that I became too weak to get angry with anyone for anything at all.  Even George, my neighbor, hated to see me in bloodshot tear-filled eyes, wanting me to go psycho on my own best high school choirmate. But I couldn’t-and wouldn’t-make myself do that shit. My grandma may have raised me for 22 years of my life, but, hell, the truth is:  She didn’t raise me to go apeshit psycho on an ex-boyfriend, therefore, she didn’t raise me to be a punk bitch nor to be a psycho-ass modern-day answer to Gerard Butler’s Leonidas in 300, I’ll give all y’all that for free.  I’m more of Stuart Redman when I’m the usual bad bitch, but, piss me off, Leonidas will be what you asked for.  In simpler terms, I had too much heart to hurt anyone that day.  Acceptance and forgiveness were all I had to do.  Since then, Dan told me I can come over anytime I wish (but I should call him about that first, whenever I do), also told me whenever I see him and Lori to just say hi to them [which I’ll be respectfully obliged to do], and, most importantly of all, just be myself and on my best behavior around them, too (e.g., not to say anything stupid and negative about them at all, of which I have be mindful from five days ago on).  Yes, last Wednesday was our first hangout in 2.75 years at their place on Matterhorn, on this side of Dyer Street, down Hondo Pass, on the right side, thank God for that….and for the happily wed couple…..I hope it doesn’t end in a nasty divorce, even though I wasn’t even invited to their wedding, okay?  I don’t want to be the reason for that divorce decree to kill all 3 of us. [I’m sorry, but I’m singing Guns ‘N’ Roses’ Paradise City, because Memorial Day, for Pete’s sake!]

Before I go and get my Facebook live reading sessions on, I’ll give you the reason behind the name of today’s edition, which will be written in, say, two to five parts, depending on how much housework is in store for me:  Even though I was born in 1992, on Thursday, April 30, 1.5 months premature [Yes, I’d still be older than my other friend, Dillon Fields, by one month and three days, had I stayed until that day to be birthed], at 6:04 in the morning MST/7:04 in the morning MDT [like, what was I thinking when I got coerced by public schooling to get up at 5 in the morning?!], I have a very sharp mind on what songs were up in the 50s on up.  Grandma played those tunes sometimes, and it still feels like the fifties-eighties were yesterday to me.  And, yes, I still remember that CSI + CSI:  Miami had different songs by The Who as their own theme songs, thanks to CBS giving The Who permission to use them in the proper respect with which each show is associated.  I still got it, esp. after all these years.  And, also, I associate other factors with classic TV shows, like the Korean War is M*A*S*H, for example.  [Alan Alda, aka, Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce, is still adorable, even as an old man].  The Fast and the Furious was another 50s film before the shit became a huge badass franchise for the past 1.7 decades.  [Ya don’t believe me?  Please look up The Fast and The Furious 1950s; thank me later.]

This is just the beginning of the blog posts coming up today.  I’ll be writing later on this morning, once I’m refreshed from napping.

-Rosé Smith.

♥ Sunrise, Sunset, + Starlight Saturday: The 04.15.2017 Edition, aka: The Intelligence, Reawoken Edition ♥

Published April 15, 2017 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

Resist much, obey little…  -Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 150th Anniversary Edition (Signet Classics)

Brothers + Sisters:

When I was writing this, my neighbor, a sixty-nine-year-old Vietnam War veteran named George Paul Arthur Hibbard, hit me up for groceries.  I went to his apartment, from where I have the utility dresser in my bedroom, when my uncle, Thomas Wayne Kenerson, helped me clean my room (right now, he’s not angry with me, but with my own mother, whose self-entitlement led her to borrowing my cell phone, because she’s responsible for paying him forty-five dollars, three of which had already been paid for; he doesn’t blame me for trying to be more like the most organized woman in America than my own mother, anyway.  Even though I don’t like him due to the fear of having an emptied out room + replacing everything in my possession [which will take me years of employment to do], I love him with the likes of respect, nevertheless) over a month ago.  I’m just betting my government phone is out of minutes, due to my mother’s extravagant paranoia + excessive spending on herself.  It took me more than 3 hours to come back from the store and from George’s apartment to start from scratch all over again.  Well, anyway…

As I’m listening to Depeche Mode: DNA from Slacker Radio via my government phone, sipping a can of Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry, my dog, Otis James William Smith, is sleeping on my bed by my side, having a perfect night before tomorrow’s church sermon….I doubt I’ll have my MetroPCS phone with me.  What the goddamn motherfucking hell gives, really?  Life may not be fair, but fuck all the negativity.

This week, on the bright side, was filled with excitement + a strikingly attraction to the Deluxe Edition live-action Beauty of the Beast soundtrack due to the need for something more than just explicit lyrics, plus the < 24 hours after it was out in stores everywhere, I picked up Alex & Eliza by Melissa De La Cruz with 2 five-dollar 2017 calendars, and 3 new movies on Wednesday afternoon, before that night’s soundtrack attraction.  Monday, I picked up 4 more books, the tenth anniversary edition American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Misery by Stephen King, Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty, + Carve the Mark by Veronica Roth.  It was fun, yes, even though I got a second-possibly final-warning from my bank to fix myself out of the financial hole I dug myself into.  There goes 3 weeks of my allowance….and my chance to have a new fighting game on my Steam account…..*sigh*  What a heavily damaged life.

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Monday’s haul (left), Wednesday’s haul (middle + right).

The more I think about being broke for three whole weeks, the more stressed out I get.  I’ll find something to do while staying broke for that amount of time because my life isn’t ever worth throwing away, so I’ll be on my best composure in the meantime, with no need to self-blame.  The naked truth’s this:  the party has just ended, Ash.

What I should be doing right now is getting ready for bed in fifty-four minutes, but, the problem is, I forget my medication intake, leading to my excessive retail therapy + anxiety-induced insomnia, leading to my constant yawning, even when alone.  I’ve had failed routines since high school, and it sucks.  Now is the motherfucking time to write down the routine that is right for me and stick to it, no matter what the fuck happens.

After tonight, I’m starting my new era from scratch, and there isn’t anything or anyone to stop me from making myself the best beauty ever.

I’m going to stay up all night because oversleeping is not an option this time.  I’m going to take this opportunity to adjust to life as an actual adult.  Why didn’t I grow up seven years ago, man?  Fuck that; I don’t want to know the answer; just forget it.

I need to realize that self-care is not only eating healthy, but is also forcing myself to get my ass up and shower, wash my face, brush my teeth, wear decent clothing, and just feel the flow, despite the depression, while distracting myself with a future with my boyfriend, James, in his hometown of Oklahoma City, living a perfectly imperfect happily forever after, with humility.  In reality, I can’t stand societal expectations because they’re every villain in every goddamn book I’ll be reading, so why expect the unexpected on the right track?  The answer is simple:  I expect nothing on a daily basis.  I don’t ever have fucking time for fuckery, nor will I ever.  I’m so bored right now.

Either I will or won’t write tomorrow’s blog after church, so I shouldn’t worry about that at all.  I need to add the written tracks to the double header Daily Soundtrack for yesterday + today because I’m a bad bitch with intelligence like no motherfucking other.  If my autism isn’t taken seriously as a benediction, then the problem is the haters’, not mine….and fuck all the narcissist motherfucking assholes, too, for they’re nothing at all but Trump’s shittily brainwashed slaves.  Time for my Adam Levine fringe wrap, thank You, Jesus, because, frankly without You, I would be eternally lost in the sinful path, eternally cursed.

I’m going to get my room cleaned and reorganized before my uncle comes in here throwing my new books and shit out of my room.  You may think I don’t even care, but, the truth is, I get anxious + scared of living without any books or shit whatsoever, making me care about my health + shit.  It’s important to keep my room clean, much more so than watching depressing news from Cheeto the Dumbass + his Veep, Pennywise the Prostitute (fuck them), in other prolific, explicit words.  But, before I start, I have the following final words to say:

First of all:  Since I’m going to be penniless for 3 weeks (without a fucking choice, really), I’ve decided to 1 up my QuizUp skills, starting sometime after I finish picking up after myself to make sure nobody gets me arrested for shit I don’t need to be doing to people, any goddamn way.  Yes, my second Facebook alias, Lancelot Rose Vinci, has an Instagram, (@lelancelotdavinci is my handle, by the way, so look me up, please!) finally!  I’m sorry for not passing the message to you earlier, but, I’m so excited to see that my boyfriend is following me on 3 out of 4 Instagram profiles.  Now that is a huge leap of faith to have accomplished honorably, to be honest.  (@therealashleyangelmorgan [formerly @pikalover2010], @phoenixjeangraydixon, and @theroseashleymorgan are my other three IGs, so please, help yourselves to my badassery in pictures).

Second:  The man in my featured blog photographs is James William Smith, my boyfriend.  His rebellious immaturity is just so illuminating; I hope to visit him either this or next July, once I make the right arrangements.  It’s only a matter of saving money in the meantime between those summers.  When I daydream of him, things get so mindlessly unfinished, as a result of my daydreaming of our future together, but only time and actions will tell if done right enough to stand the test of time, and that’s all I want in life.  His skateboarding is Jackass-influenced.  He is so the perfect rare purple diamond in the rough.  Yes, purple is his favorite color.  He’s so the most beautiful, dreamiest man I’ve ever fallen in love with, respectfully.

Last, but never least:  My bullet journaling for today was more than expected in the past few days out of this week.  Question:  is that progress?  My pensmanship and creativity will be the judge in the nearest future.  I need another 152 Crayola crayons in the second week of May.  That way, I won’t ever lose another crayon again.  It sucks to lose one crayon, but never being able to find it….that’s worse than being hungry from not eating all fucking day, for fuck’s sake, so….

That’s it for today, folks.  I’ll write one early morning post to tell you about my adventures in The Daily Soundtrack, which will have to contain Praise + Worship songs, mainly (you never know, really; neither do I) from playing Spotify on my laptop, and Pandora on my phone before and after the Resurrection sermon, at Destiny Christian Family Center, a nondenominational church.  I love those and the Presbyterian churches because they’re more fun than skirts, ya heard!  Sorry, just got so excited about my graveyard shift, working on Daily Soundtracks, recording audio/visuals of my reading Insomnia by Stephen King, bullet journaling on everything I need to do this coming week, starting tomorrow, His Resurrection.  I’ll be seeing you at midnight tomorrow…if, that is, I’m up at that time; I love you all!

-Artemisia.

Things That Fucking Piss Me Off Tuesday: The 04/10/2017 Edition, also known as: The Grudgeless Road To Adulthood Edition

Published April 11, 2017 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

When life offers you a dream so far beyond your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.  -Isabella Marie Swan Cullen, Twilight

Brothers + Sisters:

Before I get to what’s been pissing me off lately, I’m going to get this off my chest once and for all.

After seven years, I’ve decided to forgive myself from the mistake of having a crush on my former high school choir teacher, letting go of the grudge I’ve held against my high school for that same amount of time in the process.  The reason why I decided to do it is too damn obvious:  The crush I had was the worst mistake I ever made in my life.  It’s all my fault, including the grudge.  All I wanted was popularity, which I never got from anyone…..so, you know what?  I’d rather live as Samantha Holmes in 222B Baker Street right now than make my American live a living hell ever again.  The crush, the rejection, the overdoses, the anger towards my high school and him…..it’s been my fucking fault all along.  I ruined myself for one person who has a life still…and now, as I’m failing to hold back tears, I realized that if I ever go to a class of 2010 reunion and he’s there, and I do any violent iota to him, then I would not be here, writing this.  Therefore, I may be unable to go to any 2 class of 2010 reunion because karma has bit me in my ass for that mistake.  Once I make right with myself by getting a job, saving money, making new friends, by just moving on with my life, being just fine without caring about shit, maybe later on in life for the time being will someone read this and say, “I’m happy she moved on; let’s see if she and I can talk again.”  My life isn’t worth bullshit, so I’m done crying and sitting idle, for it’s time for me to grow up.

Now let’s get to what’s been pissing me off lately, other than myself:

The Slaveholders Admisitration has been making me sick to my stomach, so much so that all I want to do is finish my college education, pack up my things, take my dogs, Bernie + Otis, my boyfriend, James, and his dog, move to Canada, live there, never to return again until King Cheeto is dead.  The more I hear of them, the more silent I’ve become.  Ever since the whore got into office, he and his Slaveholding Brohood has made my life a living hell, and my heart colder toward government every second of every day.

I need to do some errands for Grandma, so stay tuned.  -A.

♥ Happiness Hemp Day: 10/5/2016: #TheArtofCleaning > #TheArtofAccusation Edition ♥

Published October 5, 2016 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

Writing this blog is way easier than trying to lure a hard-headed Chihuahua puppy into my bedroom to prevent any distractions from happening.

Brothers + Sisters of the International Social Scene:

Three days ago, we, the American golf team, beat the European Union golf team by 1.5 points to regain the Ryder Cup trophy.  (And, yes, Grandma and I saw it).  That night was the first time I ate a lamb chop in my life.  And, boy, was it delicious.

Two days ago, I bought Jojo Moyes’ novels, Me Before You and After You, and James Dashner’s fifth and final novel of his Maze Runner Series, The Fever Code, at Walmart that night, leading to yesterday’s anger-induced racist rant-filled relapse, after Jackie accused me of stealing money from the gift card Aunt Deborah in HI gave to Mom and Pops, leading to cleaning my room the rest of the day yesterday to prevent me from saying worthless regretful shit to anyone else.  I just didn’t have anymore time nor anymore energy to be angry over my mom owing me a pint of ice cream and 50 bucks.  Let me say that, as an adult, talking back leads to a lot of sadder shit, like being a lesbian for the rest of my life after jail, so I’m glad I didn’t.

I just updated my phone apps.  A couple times, the phone restarted on me when I tried to add Facebook to my micro SD card storage.  But the updates were done, nevertheless.

I have knots in my left hand + in the upper left of my back.  Time to grab the ibuprofen.  There’s 4 left.  Time for another bottle.

I should be writing some more, but, right now, my left hand is acting foolishly, so I’m going to cut this short and try to let my hand relax for the time being.

♥Rosé♥

♥ Smart Start Sunday: 09/25/2016: Football Funk Edition ♥

Published September 25, 2016 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

15 days of absence is better than 358.

Brothers + Sisters of the International Social Scene:

First things first:  Mr. Arnold Palmer, the Golf King, was welcomed into Heaven today at the lovingly tender age of eighty-seven.  I never even thought of writing the heart-wrenchingly sad news on such a post as this, the second post after 2 weeks and 1 day of absence.  I hope this post is worth the thought process.  Now let’s get to the nitty gritty of football, then some other business other than the sports spectrum itself.

Denver walloped the piss out of the Bengals, twenty-nine to seventeen, on NFL on CBS.  Redskins kicked the Giants on NFL on FOX, twenty-nine to twenty-seven.  Buffalo smashed the hell out of the Cardinals also on NFL on FOX, thirty-three to eighteen.  Vikings struck the Panthers on NFL on FOX, as well, twenty-two to ten.

I’ll look up the Cowboys vs. Bears score either later on in the wee hours of Monday, or just tomorrow night.  All I know is moping in coffee is involved.

I chose Victor Cruz and his love from Google Images [photo credit goes to the original website] for the Featured Image of this post.  The image from the last post I wrote is of a beautiful Glock.

I just started bullet journaling three weeks ago today (Sunday, September 4), thanks to an influence on a Marie Claire website article on bullet journaling with a YouTube link from the bullet journal creator himself, Ryder Carroll, and I’ve been catching up on my projects since then.  I skipped a few days, but it’s okay.  I’ll be able to get used to organizing my life back to the newer edition of normalcy with my sons (dogs), Bernie and Otis, eventually.  Everything’s Eventual, after all, right?

As I’m typing this post out, I’m copying audiobooks into my laptop, which, for the most unfortunate part, has less space because of no internal hard drive, on social media, listening to Pandora, Slacker, iHeartRadio, and organizing OneNote 2013 sections.  [Mom just got pissed at Pops again….you don’t want to know why; I’m sorry for the inconvenience.]

This adulthood shit is getting on my fucking nerves, and I’m fucking sick and fucking tired of adults pushing me to the insomniac’s point of no return (as in:  lost sleep due to looking back on past shit and adulting all over the fucking place), so, therefore, if I’m diagnosed with chronic insomnia, please BLAME my mom at every cost for that shit.  I know I’m not alone in the Sleepless department, you know.  A sophisticated redneck like me should not be sleepless in a Greek-style city like El Paso.  My mom’s a complete shithead.  Excuse my French, my siblings.

Plus, I have to go to the bathroom because I have been drinking too many Rockstar Energy Pure Zero Mango Orange Passionfruit.Energy Drinks and 8 bottles Pepsi Cherry Vanilla Cola all fucking week.  Blame that on the adulting factor that has been giving me little to no sleep for the past three days.

Remember Baby Brianna Lopez?  Her deadbeat ass mother got out on 2 years parole Thursday, and karma is sodomizing her ass right now.  The KFOX News at Nine said so.  I never cleared that bitch since I was ten years old, trust me on this one.  I hope the bitch gets her ass shot dead in her own fucking residence so I won’t be thinking about it again.  I am so fucking flabbergastedly disappointed.

I’m fifteen minutes late for bedtime, seventy-five minutes late for my nightly dose of my Abilify.  Too late to turn my ass back now, eh?  I need to prepare myself to give my mother fifty bucks to get her hair did Wednesday [she’s in need of a job herself], and make sure I get evidence that I didn’t spend all the money on anything I pleased.  I wish a motherfucker would try to get me so pissed at her for her greed, which is often.

I’m almost done copying Gone Girl in audiobook CD form.  Next is End of Watch by Stephen King.  Finally, there’s Dark Places by the Gone Girl author, Gillian Flynn, herself.  Here’s to wasting the next seven hours and forty minutes, which I wish to be worth the damn writing shit.

I’ll be up all night.  I have no sleep intentions, so finishing up Twilight (#1) will be the least of my problems.  If you excuse me, I need a bathroom break, so, I’ll have another post coming in an hour and thirty-seven minutes from now, y’all.

♥R.A.M.♥

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