My friends make me feel like a star, and this only adds to the plethora of reasons for loving them. Nothing beats a massage after putting on a spectacular show!
When I closed the most annoying door, all the fun doors opened even wider. What I mean is, I finally had the courage to resign from a job that expected me to do more than I was paid to do. I sat in my car thinking ‘this is my life, and this is not what I want to do with it. No one can force me to do anything I don’t want to do. The opportunity cost of quiting is tightening my budget for a while… Yes! Quiting on the fly is worth it, I don’t need the reference.’ So I left and that was that. Now I have more time to devote to my actual job, which is kickass by the way!
Not my parents, not your parents; other kids’ parents. Parents who don’t care, who encourage bad behavior, who won’t share the x-box with their kids (true story)… I’ve taken a closer look at what poverty looks like in my current neck of the woods and it is unsettling, even tragic at times. There is no food in house, yet every family member owns a tablet. Why have kids if you won’t raise them? Why continue to pollute the planet with a culture of insensitivity and ignorance? I don’t get paid a teacher’s salary, yet I feel the pain of every teacher out there.
The storm seems endless, but necessary because it will clear and bring new life. Something big is going to change, the waiting game is what kills me.
I’ve been trying to go back to my secondary home country for years now because I have a first-world education that I feel the needs to share with students in the third-world. I’m taking the right steps to find steady work before I take off, otherwise what am I doing with my life? It’s not safe to be a member of the human race, might as well spend my short time here spreading love and knowledge. Working, wishing, waiting until I hear back…
'cause some people think that fatties are nice!
Burlesque ballerina dances on wine bottles in the desert. We spent our first wedding anniversary on stage :)
(Dark Sparkle, Burning Man 2013)
I saw my deceased cousin in a dream yesterday before I woke up. He saved my family from a mass flood running through our old home and when he was done, I asked him to stay with me. It was almost like a lucid dream and it felt like we both knew how special and unique the meeting was. We knew that we needed to make the very most of it. He never disappeared into the background, he literally hung out with me in my dream until my body decided to wake up. Before I opened my eyes, we hugged. I remember telling him that I was going to hold on to him because I didn’t know when I would dream of him again. He smiled the whole time, he hadn’t aged a bit… His birthday is on Saturday. I am in pieces. I haven’t dreamed of him since he passed away nearly seven years ago. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about him, and how close he was to coming home from Iraq.
This weekend, this f**king weekend, I want you to drink, smoke, eat, whatever involves toasting, to the legacy of our fallen brothers and sisters. They died for us, they died to protect our freedom. I need you all to remember why the f**k Macy’s is selling everything 50% off this weekend. My cousin didn’t die so you could get a deal on shoes, he wasn’t supposed to die. But he did, on his way to conduct an interrogation, three weeks before he was due home. He had just turned 27. Definitely NOT worth whatever deal you clipped the coupons for. Remember what we are celebrating this weekend, and celebrate responsibly. Honor, it’s about honoring those who have honored us with their life.