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Me, Myself, + Music Monday: 04/02/2018: The Crunchtime 2 Impeach Manwhore in Chief Is On Edition

Published April 2, 2018 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

I’m just a Sucker for Pain…  -Imagine Dragons, Sucker for Pain (Chorus), from the Suicide Squad soundtrack

Siblings of the Universal Social Scene:

I’m listening to Epic Rap Battles of History Radio on Pandora as Rosé Archangel Morgan (my first account, that is), and I’m listening to Heathens by twenty one pilots from the same cinematic soundtrack, from which I quoted in the beginning of this post.  The past 2.5 weeks has been hell.  First it’s Chris Pratt and Anna Faris, now it’s the Channing Tatum + Jenna Dewan…..?  It’s fucking TRUMP’s fault!!!!! I KNEW that from Inauguration Day.  I’m so angry I just want to impeach every motherfucker, left and right, I just…….don’t care…..anymore.  I’m so sorry, but I hope every Republican is fucking happy with this, ‘kay?  I can’t fucking EVEN.  I’m sorry, but I’m trying to keep from raising my voice in reality.

I had my copy of Lost Seasons 2-4 on DVD sold to a mutual friend of my mother’s.  I was so cross I had to turn my back to keep myself from doing a fatal blow on someone, then, after thinking it over, I just left it at that, knowing that God will provide.  Today…..Christ made it so.  I have Lost Seasons 4 + 5 on Blu-ray, which isn’t so bad, after all.  Today, I ordered the To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before series [To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, P.S.:  I Still Love You, Always + Forever, Lara Jean] by Jenny Han, and the GrishaVerse [Shadow + Bone, Siege + Storm, Ruin + Rising] by Leigh Bardugo on my thriftbooks app.  I took $5 off the total amount, and, sure enough, bought a soda at one of the vending machines at the 5 Points city bus terminal, so I’m so ecstatic about having them all in the mail by next week….or earlier, God willing.  By the time I turn 26, on Monday, April 30, I’ll have all six seasons of Lost, and some more books on my shelves in the closet.  *tee hee*.  I could accept co-parenting, as long as both sides don’t go bitter, like my mother had been towards the piece of shit I no longer call my father….and, you know what?  I’m a let Trump go to jail…and let Bubba kill his ass, once that happens.  Until that happens, however, forever love….will be a fantasy.  That’s all I’m saying on this.  I’ve neither time nor tolerance for bullshit.  I know a few family members and friends that aren’t used to me being blue bullheaded sayings, but, hey, then again, whatcha gon’ do?  (By the way, Blockers is one excuse of a movie I ain’t watching.  Fuck it.  Nice try, John.  Get your friend, Daniel Bryan, a cousin for his daughter to play with, so I won’t be so Gordon Ramsay on your ass, okay?  Jesus.)  Oh, before I forget, 3 days of Pandora Premium are waiting for y’all.  By the time I finish writing this blog post, you should be enjoying those 3 days of the shit by now.  I’m just saying, though.  I hope teens that appeared on Cops either got an MMA career…..or just asked Dr. Phil for a job.  I’m only saying.

I need to get myself to knowing that my boyfriend blocked me for my own good….Maybe I need to quit stalking people and start doing some fanfiction.  Where to begin, though?  Damn.  I can’t wait until he starts talking to me again, so I won’t be feeling anxious anymore, damn.  I can’t even wait until I can screenshot James’ face and put him on my blog again, but, until then….books from WHI is the best option.  Goddamn it, James!  Where are you at, baby boy?  He still loves me…..I may not know it, though.  I’m such a beautiful mess, damn.  It’s time for me to post, shower, + call to get to the daycare earlier than 10 am tomorrow morning.


Me, Myself, + Music Monday: 03.05.2018: The I Need My Me-Time Because The Evil Side Doesn’t Play! Edition

Published March 5, 2018 by swanielwolfambrosia2010

I’m tougher than nails

I can promise you that!

Step out of line

And you’ll get bitchslapped back!  -Godsmack, Cryin’ Like A Bitch

My loyal fans:  Guess. Who’s.  Back.

As you should know, my Poppa turned the sound back on the TV, hence the featured Aggretsuko (Aggressive Retsuko) image from Google.  Poor red panda, though.

I can’t wait to get myself back into routine once + for fucking all, yo, because, honestly, my clean-ass record isn’t looking too wonderful right now.  You could say I’m a combination of Alisa, Nina, Devil Jin and Jinpachi at the same time when pissed the fuck off, and I’m so trying to breathe into serenity, like, it’s harder every single day that you’re living with an older couple almost twenty years apart.  But, hey, I’ve put up with my grandma since 2 weeks old, so, don’t please fucking try me, for it ain’t Fri-yay….yet.  Oh, and unless you have chocolate or a challenge for a Tekken 7 fight handy, you better get your ass(es) to stepping right the fuck now, because my inner Jinpachi is ready for war…and I ain’t saying Sailor Mars, either.

So far, my allowance is so fucking depleted from helping my mom out, so I can’t go out until I get paid back.  (Sorry, Laura.  But, please, please, please, tell the folks I say hi, though).

Alright, I just got my copy of Soundless and the audiobook copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on cassette tape in the mail today, which is an accomplishment in itself.  Happiness is listening to your favorite stories on cassette tape, you know?  I can’t wait to fucking dive into Rice + Rowling so I can make progress on my reading goal of twelve books for this year, since, honestly, again, I’m behind by one book.  I fucking hate that.  Honestly.  “Being behind is my favorite pasttime,” said nobody punctual.  Ever.  On to the next one.

Since the sound is on, and so is the KBC finale, I can’t record my reading videos until the shit ends or the oldies are asleep.  (I need to shower to distract myself, so I’ll be right back in my HK PJs.)

Sorry for the long wait, but, I needed something to eat and shit.

It’s time to end this post with a congratulations to Linzey for winning the Kids’ Baking Championship tonight.  Spring Baking Championship will begin next Monday, so I’m not spoiling shit until the very end, aight!

Until next time…  ♥

♥ 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.


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