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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.


A Cold Heart Is Nothing, Warmth Is Forever

Published February 16, 2015 by swanielwolfambrosia2010


Reader discretion is advised.

I’ve been addicted to reading since 1995.  Those were the happiest times of my life.

In my mind, I force myself to study hard, even after I have a white graduate gown and school ring on my finger.  In my mind, I enforce self-restraint and self-control.

Try as I want, however, I can’t change my high school past.

I destroyed my reading life by nearly going to jail on charges of shoplifting and attempted sexual harassment.

As a result of my high school bullshitting, I have been heavily drowned in guilt resulted from the rejection of a nameless memory…

Since then, I’ve been wanting to erase all my memories in life.  I never even looked at my yearbooks at all, just contemplating on throwing my high school away, too, and…the pain from the guilt I’m living with is just too much…..to carry with me.

But, if I find a warmer-hearted person to talk to about, and help me move on past, this shame, then I can find peace with myself…..

I’m sorry, but I can’t carry this guilt anymore…….Sorry.

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