I just spent the last three hours sitting outside of Homeslice on the curb eating a slice of pizza, drinking a dr pepper, talking and laughing with five friends. My cheeks hurt from smiling, my throat hurts from laughing and we were all sober.
Unexpected, unplanned but totally amazing.
Midnight adventures in Austin.
#austin #homeslice #friends
Totally Rachil and I…OH MY GOD, I TOTALLY FLEW INTO CHRIS EVANS DOWN BY THE RIVER!
GET OUT OF HERE! ARE YOU SERIOUS?
RIGHT INTO HIS ROCK HARD, PERFECT CHEST! I THINK I BROKE MY NECK!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! THAT’S SO HOT! DON’T EVER WASH YOUR FACE!
I am in Texas so I feel like I have to say “yall” at some point or another. Bleh. I hate that word. I never want to say it again.
I miss my computer. I miss having something to waste my time on every day. I miss being able to blog, and write, and read others blogs and writing.
So what has gone on since I left?….SO FUCKIN MUCH!!!!
But at the same time….so….little…
So I am home for Christmas. And it is a bit different this year because my older sister is pregnant, and my dad just had surgery, and my little sister has a tattoo. Her first tattoo. On her thumb. More on that later (sorry Ella) and my dad’s older sister apparently wants to send us all a bit of money for “school” but she sent like…$50 each kid. Which is a great Christmas gift. But not enough for a semester of school like she hoped. Ahhh!!!!!!
Im a bit buzzed right now.
So here is what I really wanted to talk about. Write about. Boys. Guys. Men. The Male Species.
I have been “being free” “dating around” “meeting new people” for awhile now. And what have I learned….all guys suck. Truly, deny that all you want. But all guys…(well, maybe just all the single ones) suck. They are lame. And stupid. And know it alls. And just….ahhh!!!! Why can there not be a good dude? So then….here come Mr. Connecticut. The dude that I have known since I was 17. The dude that has been in and out of my life for so many fuckin years….”oh, hey Cassi. I love you. Lets be bff. Lets be together forever. Lets be life partners. Fuck it, lets get married!! Hey Cassi, guess what?! I wrote to MxPx and asked them to play at our wedding. Yeah, our wedding. I love you Cassi. Miss Bluebird. You are my dream girl. My favorite thought. My only thought throughout the day. I love you.” FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!! If you thought of me this much you would come to visit me! Damn you you son of a bitch. Damn you. Why do I think of you this much. Why do I want you this much. Why do I dream about you? Why do we like the same music? Why do I imagine every single minute with you? Why do I trace your name with mine. Fuck you Mark. I hate you.
No, I dont hate you. I love you. I really and truly do. I wish you were here with me. Why are you not here with me? Why does everything remind me of you? Why do I record family adventures on my phone and send them to you? Are you ever going to come? Are you ever going to really and truly give up the east coast for Texas?
I do not think that I can just up and move to Connecticut. So many times you have told me to move to Connecticut and live with you, and that you will support me and that I can just be your wife. And work if I want to. Or paint if I want to. But that I dont have to do anything. But I have always imagined myself living with a broke dude. And having to help pay the rent and bills. Is this just my imagination or an idea of the future? Im almost fucking 30 years old and I need to figure this shit out!!
Here is the weird thing. Mr Mark S…I love you. I really do. And with all of my heart I wish that either you would come visit me and my family…or that….well…you would come fuckin visit me and my family!! How are you supposed to know who I truly am without coming to visit me and my family first?!
Damn this love thing. Damn this confused love thing. Damn this ipod charger that wont charge my ipod so that I can go to sleep with music in my ear as I am in my parents house.
….cause im not sorry….
This pretty little lady is parked in my parents neighborhood. She belongs to a 69 year old man who owns three of these babies (2 sedans and this wagon) plus some other classic cars. At this time he is not selling, however the more my daddy talked to him, the more it seemed as if he was thinking about thinning out his car herd in the near future. He likes my dad’s 1956 oldsmobile royale 88 and has been coming over to my dads house to help him work on it. Pretty adorable if you ask me.
Anyway, the gentleman who owns the vauxhall said that when I come home for Thanksgiving he will show me all his cars and maybe if im lucky I will get to drive one/more than one of them. eeeee!!!!
Did I mention that I am seriously thinking about selling my car and getting a classic car instead. And maybe a scooter to bum around town for the most part.
-jumpsupanddown-
oh oh oh….and the nice man also owns a vauxhall that belonged to…Annie Lennox…can you believe that?! So cool.
So im hardly ever online anymore. Gotta get by on borrowing the roomies computer or using the media center at the apartment or just checking things real quick at work. Here is a brief little bit on what has been going on this last week.
It is nice when things go your way for a bit. Like, everything is good, but not perfect. Which makes it kinda perfect. :)
