Vacation time!!

Making the long, tiring and mostly boring car ride to New York. Its really a love hate relationship sitting in a car for 10 hours waiting to just get home (yes i consider NY my home still) 

Had to sit in traffic for a hour which means we are still in Ohio, ughhhh. Usually it only takes 2.5 hours but it feels like almost 4 and then we get the exciting straight way across Pennsylvania  (yay 5 hours). Are we done yet? Nope have to go through Jersey before we can get to the glorious George Washington Bridge. 

I keep moving my legs to get circulation because i dont want to make unnecessary stops and waste more fucking time. 

I cant wait to get the hell out of this car and be in the hot,humid Bronx..oh and to see the family ha ha. 

On another note, that i will post about a little later, is that a few days ago we found out we’re having a girl!!( woot a mini me and ahhh shit a mini me šŸ˜‹).

Ill be around. 



Home, Where Are You?

I can’t wait to go home.

I know how horrible it soundsĀ  but I can’tĀ  fucking think straight. Theres barely anytime to write. Before you say make time to writeĀ  or let the inspiration just come to you-no shit dick.

In the basement, there is no service and what little service won’t work with my computer. And I hate posting from my phone. So I have been scheduling my posts- which is driving me fucking crazy,Ā  for some reason. I find little,tiny moments of peace and clarity, creating as many posts as possible. (I cant miss a day)

I need quiet. I need to write; even with all these mixed emotions and pointless words.  I need to be able to smoke,fuck,and chill where I want.I’veĀ  been zoning out, giving attitude and extremly withdrawn. And I dont want to be that person, but I cant help it. I’m an introvert that gets fucking overloaded-especially in this house hold and need to crawl into the closet to chill.

I leave Friday morning,counting down the days. I’mĀ  going to say this for the 100th thousandth  time though and say imma be depressed as shit when I get back. What can I say I love begging for this shit.

We are goingĀ  out tonight, which is cool- I can finally see Star Wars. But, even when out I continue to see words…really should start carrying around a little book.

Ah one of the many problems of my life. 😝


Your Kisses Are Like Home

I sit and wait

Holding my breathe till I can see you again.

I imagine your hands,worn out and rough

Slowly touching my thigh,hesitant at first.

My head tilts back as you send kisses up my neck

I’mĀ  drowning

Begging for more.

I open for you, like I always will-

Your kisses are like home.


Cat Munchies.

I may or may not be inadvertently getting our cat high,which in return is giving her the munchies.  I don’t  know if its possible for cats to get stoned off of second hand smoke,but its possible.

We obviously smoke in our home; have a fan running so its not all smokey but sometimes  it can get a little cloudy.

When the cats down here she munches on her food 500times a day. Its ridiculous,fatty.

The boyfriend mentioned how she might be getting high, I’m  not too convinced but then I heard the sound of fast chomping and reconsidered his theory.