Hi there killoggsians, long time no talk. How is everyone? From the looks of it everyone seems to be progressing as fine human beings and doing well...?
I can't sleep due to my anxiety rearing its ugly head again, and this has been an almost year long stretch of no health insurance and my prescription flow has been limited to klonopin which makes me incapable of being a real person. Needless to say, I'm keepin it REAL and have just been anxious, with maybe some bitter tastes of kava here and there.
I'm starting school again in a few days, taking the summer off was pointless. I spent it working (and saving all my money, like some chump who frowns on fun).
Does anyone need a ghost hunter? Seeing as NOBODY takes me seriously because I'm so young and NOBODY will let me in their investigation groups, I will have to start my own. (I think it's also a requirement to be old and unattractive to join a pre-existing investigation group. Maybe cause you scare away the demons.) I am a member of ghost societies! I am legit!
IMPORTANT: I have come to terms with the fact I am a curmudgeon.
I used to think I was a generally social person that has just been going through a cynical, grumpy phase. It turns out cynical grumpy phase is actually just non-teenager Angie. It turns out, a lot of my friendships were based around the fact that (I thought) I liked to party. Not to say I won't once in awhile. It's kind of strange to see all your friends having fun and bonding and being the way young ladies in their early 20's should be - and not wanting to be apart of that (as a lifestyle, albeit a temporary one for some). I feel left out most of the time, and wish my friends would just suck it up a few days and play board games with me and watch movies and go to trapeze school.
My mom did some medicine card spreads for me, and in "present" was skunk, which I felt applied to this feeling accurately.
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This is a few weeks old, but it was a HUGE feat for me (I'm terrrrrified of heights).
We're engaged and hope to get married in AN october, we haven't picked which one. I don't really like talking about it though, even though I'm really excited and really happy. I feel too girly talking about it. We get judgmental looks and snide remarks, too. gggettt over ittt. I have that same gut and intuitive feeling that I had with other big decisions in my life that I just KNEW were the right decisions. The way my life is going right now feels like it is staying on course, and I feel stable, comfortable, and content.
Still growing, and maturing where it counts - staying immature in the good places. I am a happy curmudgeon.
Now your turn! PLEASE, talk[write] my ears[eyes] off!
Reality TV star and former model Anna Nicole Smith was pronounced dead Thursday after being taken to a Florida hospital after being found unconscious in her hotel room, a law enforcement source with knowledge of the case told CNN.
I haven't written or been on here a lot recently, mainly because I'm distracted with the large amount of nothing I do. I can talk and talk and talk about this subject but its all with my friends who are pretty much born and raised in this area and I need some advice from the worldy people on here.
I need to move soon, out of DC. I'm so done with DC and I need to actually start my life - wherever I move now is going to be the start of everything. It's where I'll be studying more how to sew and networking and socializing until I am blue in the face and where I will be starting my business/store. Wherever I go is completely paving the way for my career and it's scary that a decision like this is impacting quite a bit. I also tend to put a lot of pressure on myself.
New York was always where I wanted to go, mainly because I love how big it is and how fashion focused it is.. but it is SO saturated with people like me and stores like mine will be that it seems like it'd be competing with so many people, half of whom have the upper hand allready because theyre from New York and born into money that can help them support a small store.
So where did that leave me... I need a big but inexpensive city that has a market for a store like mine and can support me. So Chicago? I've never been to Chicago but it's been talked about a lot recently and everyones talk has kind of hyped me up. Anthony and I are going there the first week of August so I guess I'll see then. But right now, Chicago seems to be my first choice except I REALLY cannot take cold weather. Really.
Also, San Francisco - it's just a city I always have loved and now Carla is there.. and honestly I was never too impressed with their shopping - but jeez I'll forever be in debt.
People, tell me your experiences - with running a business, with these cities, with everything. I'm confused.
I left at around 2am, and the party was still going strong but at that point I had been there for about 12 hours and had a sore body and bleeding foot so as much as I would of liked to continue in the dancing and general tomfoolery - I opted not to.
Honestly, the pictures I [and I'm sure several others] will be posting will speak for itself. I got my ass kicked by Molly in Ramenwrestling, I got to meet Myriam! We jumped over moon bounces using the trampoline, and I saw a couple people getting banged up by the slip and slide. Everyone was dancing their soaked little hearts out and it was amazing as expected.
and oh yes, there will be pictures in the responses.
I was thinking today how weird the logic of a child is. Actually, my logic is weird anyway, but children are so outspoken and impulsive. I kind of wish I still had those characteristics.
You know that song that goes "nananana, nananana, hey hey goodbye"
When I was around 5 I thought that was the "aids anthem" I think it was in a public service commercial about aids, and I would kiss the neighbor girl next door and I thought kissing gave you aids.
I called up an aids hotline I saw advertised and asked the operator about when I was going to die. Whenever that song would come on I'd tear up. I'm not sure how or when I figured out I didn't have aids.
Theres also the classic story of how I covered my entire head with a whole jar of vaseline, and it was layered on so thick I had to have my hair cut short enough that I was nearly bald. When my mom asked why I did that, I said it was because "I wanted to look like the kool-aid man"
I collected rocks and kept them around my ankle because I said they had souls and would talk to me.
So please, tell me all the weird things you did as a wee one?
I firmly believe I’m going to find the love of my life on Public Transit.
Maybe It will be one of the middle-aged business men, with the knee-length black jacket and matching briefcase. Maybe it will be the thuggish guy, listening to his walkman and obnoxiously singing crass lyrics loud enough for the next train to hear. Oh, I can’t forget the frat boy with the bright red face and smell of liquor or the aloof hippie who goes everywhere on the metro to help the environment.
Whoever it is, he’ll rush right in, milliseconds before “doors closing. bing bing” and he’ll sit behind me. I’ll stare at him through the reflection of the windows. The train will get stuck in one of the tunnels, and we’ll start time-killing chit chat and end up falling in love and having metro-savvy children.
And how do you envision meeting the love(s) of your life?
When I noticed all these people posting these [very true] statements about how absolutely astounding they are, I couldn't help but join in the fun - because it's time I let the whole world know how much I appreciate.. myself.
It's just kind of a wonderful feeling to sit back, and think "whoa, if I were someone else, I'd be sooo jealous of she who is Angie"
I'd say for being as young as I am, I've got myself a pretty good deal of experiences and stories and I firmly believe it's all because of my looks, and I'm expecting them to continue getting my farther and farther in life.
But hey strangers, just because I know these things - don't quit coming up to me and telling me "hey.. you're really pretty... are you a model?" because I'll never quit being flattered.
Thank heavens for being a hot carpio. [Theres two of us. What lucky girls we are!]
Working as a receptionist at a place that offers massage [especially if you know the name of the business..], has given me the opportunity to get many phonecalls from horny men enquiring [with the utmost stealth] if we are a whorehouse. I usually just say "no we dont offer THAT type of massage" and hang up, but today's call was probably the funniest one I've dealt with.
It was from a blocked number, as they usually are - and the person sounded like a man and when they were being vague about what they wanted, I thought "lord, another person wanting prostitution". Then they said their name [female name] and I was like "oh, its just a dumb woman with a hoarse voice".
The conversations continues..
Her: "So, what should I bring.. some places say you need to bring extra panties, but I prefer being nude"
me: "Well, if your prefer being nude.. thats fine. It's whatever youre comfortable with"
Her: "Will there be a towel around me? I don't want a towel on me. Unless its a man massaging me. Cause you see, I'm a lesbian, and I like being around women, naked."
Me: "well, thats fine. We do massage with something over you, but you'll still get the same massage"
Her: "I like just walking around naked.. and I cant being a lawyer and all.."
Me: "Well, sorry to hear that. But you'll have something over you."
Her: "Will they be able to offer massage on my bosom and buttocks?"
Me: "We don't.. really... do.. that?"
Her: "Well, Then they wont really be relieving all the tension. I want ALL my tension relieved"
I start talking, and she keeps cutting me off
Her: "I mean, if they don't mind.. I can relieve the tension myself while they're watching. If they dont mind."
This woman didn't even laugh, and I didn't know whether or not I should laugh? I thought "what if this is like, crank yankers..." but then I remembered how many weird requests we do get, so maybe this is a very open [and very lonely] lesbian? I was torn between laughing in her face, or being sympathetic...
what are you doing, said josh he just took a picture of me. were drunk and he gives me noogies. nugies>? newgies. OUGH hes on me. what the fuck. best party ervefer!@ YOU ALL ARENT HERE YOU FUCKING SUCK. best tits EVER. BEST TITS EVER. WEB POSTING IS FOR PEDOHPHILES@ JOSH SISK IS NOT GAY, HE LOVES PUSSY. heeee loves pussy,. he is INCESTUAL AND PEDOPHILAIAC BECAUSE HE TRIES TO GET WITH ME B UT M A YOIUNGING AND IM JOSHES SSTER. SEND THAT SHIT SAYS MANBEEF! MANBEEF U ASLLKISSED A DUJDE! IT WAS AWEOSME! YOU ALL WISH YOU WERE HERE. CARLA IS PASSED OUT! caps locls foreverrr2 josh is literally on the floor. save. you all wish you was here, he keeps taking picturesl i wont remember posting this tomorrow.
I know a small portion of the people on here, but I'm Angie - also known as "Carla's sister" or "salad shoes"
So, I was deciding what the subject matter of my first post should be, and I thought the best introduction would be of pictures from my "hella" recent trip to San Francisco with Carla.
We stayed in a shady hotel called "the garland", did a LOT of shopping around Haight and the Mission area, saw our cousin get married, got in the usual fight with one another, and were approached by an obscene amount of eccentric chaps.
Cousin Carlos, Cousin Melanie, me, Carla
familia
It's kind of offensive how bad I am at Dance Dance Revolution.
