Saturday, November 19, 2011


The way we are is because of the way they were. We've been raised and made to understand that this life is for working and making money to support the family you wont have time to love because youre stuck in a nine to five and theyre out preparing for their nine to five.
I refuse to accept that as my purpose. But habits die hard. Becuase today im gonna get up and go to that fucking job that does nothing but put this shit in my pocket that for some reason MAKES SHIT POSSIBLE.
And this isn't even me being lazy. I bust my ass for that place, and I seriously don't fucking need to. This isn't me not wanting to get up and do things I don't want to do, because honestly I think we've all been doing that for some time now.
This is me saying I dont want this. This is me saying I know what I want, but I dont know how to get there because that's not what I've been taught. I've been taught to do something completely different. I dont know how to get what I want. DO you? Is this what you want? Is this how you want ot live and is this how you think people should live?
I dont. But what am I supposed to do?

I've just been asking the wrong questions.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Merry Christmas

I go early Christmas shopping and then stuff like this happens.

I guess I thought I meant SELF Christmas shopping rather than for others. But there were some gifts sprinkled inside the bags I had stuffed with things for myself. It's like going to the malls is just always a bad idea. I'm so used to going to thrift stores and 'splurging'. The things there are just more suitable for me. Or my hair, I should say. Pre-loved and close to expiration. JUST like my hair. It's a match made in heaven. Or Haites, with hair like this. Off I go.. to somewhere.