Note to self: Never look at reblog notes because they will make you want to scream at people.
Tag: stuff about me
Two days before Yule and I’m finally interested in the holiday season. That’s a new record of late in the game holiday enthusiasm.
I have really crappy impulse control so when new writing challenges come out (especially ones without deadlines) it’s a struggle to tell myself no.
I was tagged by @justanothersaltandburn. Thank you!
If I were a month, I’d be: September
If I were a day of the week, I’d be: Thursday
If I were a planet, I’d be: Mercury
If i were a sea animal, I’d be: An Otter
If i were a god/goddess, I’d be: Artemis, probably
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be: An Overstuffed Chair
If I were a gemstone, I’d be: Amethyst
If I were a flower, I’d be: A Rose (on the nose, I know)
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be: A Lightning Storm
If I were a color, I’d be: Purple
If i were an emotion, I’d be: Fear
If I were a fruit, I’d be: A Strawberry
If I were a sound, I’d be: The snap and pop wood makes when it’s burned at a bonfire
If I were an element, I’d be: Earth
If I were a place, I’d be: A Library
If I were a mythological creature, I’d be: A Shapeshifter
If I were a taste, I’d be: Salted Caramel
If I were a scent, I’d be: Clove Incense
If I were an object, I’d be: A Notebook
If I were a body part, I’d be: An Eye
If I were a song, I’d be: Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be: Dress Shoes
Tagging: @maliciouslycreative @samanddeaninpanties @trisscar368 @formidablepassion @omgbubblesomg @oddsocksandstuff
Maybe I shouldn’t be so jealous or petty but it bothers me that my father is so involved with other people. He’s offered to be a youth mentor… again…
It just bothers me because he never gave a shit when I was a teenager. My brother is 16 and my father’s never around to mentor him. It’s just… why do you care so much about other people? Why didn’t you ever care about me?
Anxiety is kicking my ass today.
And a certain asshole needs to stop fucking yelling at everything or I’m going to cry and/or scream and/or hide under the desk.
Am I an overly literal jerk? Considering I once sought out and bought a blown glass hippopotamus for a boyfriend because he was sarcastic and told me he wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas I’m gonna say yes.
I dearly love the people who follow 2 or more of my blogs but either 1) have no idea or b) know that I’m actually 12 cats in a trench coat each with it’s own independent life and blogging interest play along with the themes of each blog.
*whines* I’m sick and cold and everything sucks. *whiiiiiiine*
I am so super behind on responding to ao3 comments. Ugh.