I’m tired of, every night as my mind wanders to all this shit, my stomach twisting and my brain settling on one repeated thought.
“I want to die.”
I mean, I don’t think I do. I don’t think I could do it, at any rate.
So why the fuck do I keep thinking it?
I just want to throw everything out except for like
A handful of books
A small shelf of my favorite movies
There’s so much garbage here that never gets looked at 364 days of the year, yet the closets are filled with boxes and every wall has a shelf pushed up against it.
At the very least I want hidden storage. Movies and games don’t need to be displayed like some sort of weird trophies. I can’t remember the last time I ever put a CD in the player. Why do they need to be out on a shelf?
I want very much to not have to move. But rent has gone up hundreds since we moved in here, and my take home pay has actually lessened thanks to my insurance increasing.
I want very much to just pay off this debt. I want to actually have money in a savings account. I want that piece of mind that comes with knowing there’s money—at least a little bit—in an account should the unexpected arise.
I’m tired of trying not to think about it all.
I regret not getting better pictures of it to show off the depth, but I did a Waffles For My Dumptruck shadowbox as a special commission for someone’s wedding anniversary. The couple in question runs the local game store and I’m told be absolutely loved it! :)
So I have this image in my mind of Gypsy Dawes, the Acid Queen. She’s a dark-skinned elven lady in her late 30’s with emerald green-dyed dreadlocks and she typically wears clothes sort of like this.
And this image is so very crystal clear in my head.
I can’t find anything anywhere on DeviantArt or Tumblr that even approximates this mental image, and it’s not really something my level of drawing is up to.
This is driving me MAD.
omfg ;___; I want a green cheek in the pose of that caique. I also want money so I can buy all of these.
do you ever need a five minute hug but only from like a specific person
i love you all very much
This is just a U and not an AU now, right?!
When you’re at a friend’s house and they have a dog
I went upstairs to do a Tumblr thing because the app sucks.
Poor Noodle keeps flying around downstairs trying to find me even though I keep talking to her from up here and she knows where the loft is.
Oh well, she’s at least getting some exercise making her loops. :V