how to live with bitches

I was talking to Mindy Vance-Okuno yesterday. Maybe she had a point to her rudeness but come on. I was just wondering if Vance had left a suicide note (PS he didn't) leading me to believe he didn't mean to die. As Melinda oh so kindly reminded me, he had a girlfriend, that wasn't me, whom he loved a lot, so why the hell (my words, not hers) would he want to die? Maybe he didn't. But you didn't have to be so God-damn rude about it. I was just trying to be honest with you and tell you what my thoughts were...

Thanks for nothing, kiss my ass.

How to live with a published book

https://www.amazon.com/Im-Still-Here-Kirsten-King-ebook/dp/B077SZPZSQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1513128831&sr=8-1&keywords=i%27m+still+here+kirsten

K that's all I wanted to say. Check it out. It's 0.99 so show some love[:

How to be grateful

Sometimes I get so caught up in what I can't do, I forget to rejoice over the things I CAN DO
The things I can do greatly outweigh what I can't. Allow me to show you. Things I can't: drive.
Things I can: I can walk, I can talk, I can breathe on my own, I can swallow (most of the time lol), I can shower, I can use the restroom, I can feed myself, and I can dress myself, to name some of the simple, everyday things. That's quite a few, versus the one thing I can't. That's all I wanted to say.

How to live with a completely broken heart

I had this great (I thought) idea to write this post, because this is something I feel I know how to do. Then I thought about it again and realized that I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm just figuring it out as I go along. Which isn't really working out too well. I don't want to get out of bed in the morning. Then I really don't want to work out. I guess it's a good thing I don't want to eat, because my gluten intolerance is back (plus, I'm depressed). I think it's a stress related thing. All I know is that I'm in pain if I don't eat, but I'm in pain if I do. I'm not totally sure which pain I'd rather have. My dad said to try and cut out carbs for a while but almost everything has carbs, and the stuff that doesn't is stuff we don't have. The best way to live with a completely broken heart is to just not eat. It's worked wonders for me. Don't eat and promise yourself you'll never take that sorry wiener back. It'll work, I promise. And then, one day, your Prince will come. Hopefully, you'll get lucky and your someday will come a lot sooner than mine has. I've been waiting almost 21 years. Life has never looked more bleak than it does right now. Just remember that it's always darkest before the dawn. But that doesn't do crap for me now, while it's still dark. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. There's always tomorrow.

How to live with a sister... And a piano.

My sister Jaymison loves to play the piano. Which is fine and whatever but she plays it so loud with the far right pedal on and I'm trying to go to sleep here. She obviously doesn't care whatsoever. All I'm looking forward to is going to bed and Max, the dog we're babysitting (or dogsitting?), sleeping in my room again. He's such a good dog(: I'm really excited. If only Jaymison would cut the piano out and stop fighting with Zoe. This is the life.

How to live with a boyfriend

Not like physically live with him (although that would be nice) but live knowing you have a boyfriend.

It's almost hard not to think 'oh ya I'm hot shit because I have a boy that's mine'

But let's be real, if you were really as hot as your ego is saying, why is James your first since the day after tomorrow?

Wouldn't you have had like 7 before him?

No, you say?

Because there's only one him, you say?

Or maybe it's because all the other boys you went to high school with, were just  that: boys.

James is two years younger than you, but he doesn't seem that way.

You asked him the other day if he just thought that the older girl thing was hot and he caught you off guard: 'no, not really, I like you because you're beautiful.'

Oh. Okay. 

Then, he says "plus, it might just be because I'm so tall, and I'm not calling you short, but what are you, 5'4"-5'5"?"

5'6" and a half thank you very much.

To say he's taller than me, would be a bit of an understatement.

He's 6'2" and if I weren't already self conscious about it, I sure as hell am now.

B.t.dubs, how did that even become an expression? Is hell really sure or something?

Anyways, I got so caught up in thinking about James that I can't even remember what I was posting about.

I love you.

How to live with a mostly broken heart

When you're dreamin with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.

My heart is mostly broken.

Still there but not working correctly.

I can feel it beating.

I'm still alive.

But it just doesn't function like it should.

I thought it would be, but after everything I've been through, it's just not.

Maybe it never will again.

I hope that's not the case.

I honestly feel like you were my last hope and that sure as crap didn't work out.

Is it me?

Am I the problem here?

Iif I am, is there any hope for me?

No?

Well cuss. What do I do now?

Try a little harder?

What the hell do you think that was, if not me trying?

Am I just shit out of luck?

Yes?

Well fine.

I don't even need anyone.

I mean, it would be nice but if it puts all this stress on me, who the hell needs that anyways?

Not me, that's for damn certain.

I guess I'll just be a cat lady.

Because animals know how to love, unconditionally.

You don't.

Thanks for nothing, kiss my ass, goodbye.