In lew of other much more important and interesting things I will address, my adorable flaming fishsticks died :( Of absolutely no surprise to me because he had a neglectful father, who just couldnt handle the fact that his fishy was gay! HATE CRIME!
In much more rational life, today is my beloved mother's birthday, and as I write this at this very moment, my best friend in the whole wide world is having her beautiful baby 6,000 miles away. I was just in San Diego (hometown) for A MONTH and some much needed action, until my return 4 days ago, she could have had the baby while I was there...im just saying.
While in my sunny homeland which seems like a whole different planet than I am on now, quite a few things happened. One of which NOT being my best friend having a baby :) However I did manage to see my first miracle of life...my brother's marriage to the "girl next door". (literally, I know so cute)
In addition organized and cooked exactly 1/2 of my very first Thanksgiving, and after I had prevailed that mountain, I will gladly pass the torch to my brother and his beautiful new bride, and thank the Lord that there is no Thanksgiving in Europe.
Upon arrival back in Belgium, I was decending through a blanket of white clouds, only to gaze upon a new feshly fallen blanket awaiting to delay my arrival. After another night and day of fallen snow, I have come to love this cold and the way the snow makes me see beauty here that I didnt think I could anymore. Especially because I dont have to drive in it.
Until next time, for now its my snowy tranny life :)
CIAO CIAO
Tuesday 7 December 2010
Monday 26 July 2010
OH (tranny)Fish Sticks!!
I have been in an out of contact with an old flame(we'll call him D) who has custody of our beta fish named Jaws. Not only does D not care for the fish, there have been numerous attempted murders in the past few months. D doesnt quite understand that the water in the bowl must be changed, not evaporated until Jaws has to stay completely still to be fully submerged, and then just ADDING water. The closet phone calls in the middle of the night, and pleding for me to save him have got to STOP!
So I confronted D and began with the casualties, "hey", "how are you?", "has our fish attempted suicide lately to be rid of your idiocy?" (that was harsh)
After inquiring how his swimming lessons are coming along, we get to the problem at hand and D assures me he is on schedual to clean the bowl every 2-3 weeks. (for the record, I highly doubt)
Before I knew it the subject had changed drastically and we were discussing and confirming our suspisions that our precious Jaws was in fact gay!
I had always wondered why he enjoyed being put in front of the mirror, which he demanded for at least 15minutes per day, and while in his favorite spot where the sunlight from the window hits the water so perfectly, his colors of blur are brilliant and he begins to fan out like a damn cher concert in Vegas...HELLO PEOPLE!
All in all, I love him all the same, my little tranny fish stick :)
BLAH
So I confronted D and began with the casualties, "hey", "how are you?", "has our fish attempted suicide lately to be rid of your idiocy?" (that was harsh)
After inquiring how his swimming lessons are coming along, we get to the problem at hand and D assures me he is on schedual to clean the bowl every 2-3 weeks. (for the record, I highly doubt)
Before I knew it the subject had changed drastically and we were discussing and confirming our suspisions that our precious Jaws was in fact gay!
I had always wondered why he enjoyed being put in front of the mirror, which he demanded for at least 15minutes per day, and while in his favorite spot where the sunlight from the window hits the water so perfectly, his colors of blur are brilliant and he begins to fan out like a damn cher concert in Vegas...HELLO PEOPLE!
All in all, I love him all the same, my little tranny fish stick :)
BLAH
such a ramble its not even funny
i was swatting at a stupid fly, and i spilled coffee all over me and my beautiful white washed zara jeans!!
oh well....
living away from home, i have the strangest feelings. Urges to go home just for the simple things like hanging out with my best friends. And overwhelming fear of leaving because i am afraid i wont have the same opportunites later in life to have such a unique adventure, and even sarier that i will lose the love of my life over all thoes miles. (my writting style is really informal, but i'm feeling informal today, so its ok)
i've been listening to all kinds of new music that i have been finding on sweet review websites, i love it all, it makes me happy. like this one song by Lantern on the Lake called "if i've been unkind", which i will post with some other wonderful songs pulling me through these rainy days.
I have never claimed to be an especially spiritual person in reguards to a religion or belief..i just remain true to my "feelings", because they have always been a pretty good indicator of what is going on around me weather i am aware of the truth or not.
But these past few days have been like i'm stuck in an emotional prison of sadness, and frustration, disappointment, stress, anger, agression, hate, misunderstanding, loneliness, fear, uncertainty, mistrust, helplessness and hoplessness. The only way to get away from the circulation and constant battle of these emotions is to leave the house, but really no one else seems to notice it, well of course they notice because the emotions are oozing out of them and colliding with others at the same time, they feel them, but only from the first person, i feel these emotions like people in the room, disconnnected like a 3rd party, the objective viewer. Why cant they see so they are able to change and control the atmosphere of this home..but i would never say it..
i would be crazy to say it..
oh well....
living away from home, i have the strangest feelings. Urges to go home just for the simple things like hanging out with my best friends. And overwhelming fear of leaving because i am afraid i wont have the same opportunites later in life to have such a unique adventure, and even sarier that i will lose the love of my life over all thoes miles. (my writting style is really informal, but i'm feeling informal today, so its ok)
i've been listening to all kinds of new music that i have been finding on sweet review websites, i love it all, it makes me happy. like this one song by Lantern on the Lake called "if i've been unkind", which i will post with some other wonderful songs pulling me through these rainy days.
I have never claimed to be an especially spiritual person in reguards to a religion or belief..i just remain true to my "feelings", because they have always been a pretty good indicator of what is going on around me weather i am aware of the truth or not.
But these past few days have been like i'm stuck in an emotional prison of sadness, and frustration, disappointment, stress, anger, agression, hate, misunderstanding, loneliness, fear, uncertainty, mistrust, helplessness and hoplessness. The only way to get away from the circulation and constant battle of these emotions is to leave the house, but really no one else seems to notice it, well of course they notice because the emotions are oozing out of them and colliding with others at the same time, they feel them, but only from the first person, i feel these emotions like people in the room, disconnnected like a 3rd party, the objective viewer. Why cant they see so they are able to change and control the atmosphere of this home..but i would never say it..
i would be crazy to say it..
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