This is random

Yay for me! I have posted more this month than any other month. You're getting a deal! (You'll first have to believe that my blog is a screaming deal and that it's something you get hysterically happy about really like reading)

Because I like doing this lately, new music:

And I cut my hair last May to my shoulders. Here is a front picture because taking a picture of your back is really hard, I tried  next to impossible. I think it grew about 4 inches in 8 months. This is why I can cut my hair anyway I want.

Just look at the hair and not the face. I've gained weight and I'm fat.

See? My hair grew. This is SO interesting. You can wake up now, it's over.

Oh, I don't know...

Sometimes I look at my blog and just think I'm silly. As in I make myself look stupid and I talk about inane things. And another part of myself loves this side of me because I'm pretty sure life would be useless without laughter and fun. I feel like I don't show my intelligence and or that I can be taken seriously enough.

But yet I've been told that I'm a serious, assertive and take charge kind of person. I'm still trying to see these things in myself. And I do from time to time but it's kind of weird when these are some of the first words about me out of people's mouths. I don't know if I come across the same way on here as in person.

Anyways, here's a book I really want to read:

And something really stupid it's a watch Kanye West had made for himself with his own image on it and cost about 180,000. Also it looks like it has two dials!?!? Is he really in that many time zones everyday or is he just so bad at telling time that he needs something to compare one dial against?

Hodgepodge

I was opening a new box of kleenex this morning and noticed their slogan. It's totally making fun of people that have a desensitized sense of touch, in English and French. Way to go Kleenex.

Also, in the forefront a really poor flame. In the background a really good flame.

And lastly a poem I wrote a while ago that I really love. It's not so happy but I really like the imagery.

Our personal sorrows are shut up

Shut in

These broken gems

Rarely,

Pulled from pockets and coveted

These are other lives

Working their way through disintegration

Fragments of fire

Dimmed down during the coming of the day

You don’t need to see my

Crimson lined dreams

My stars pulled through nothingness

Leaving fingertips scarred in moonlight

We will play at happiness

Trying to pull sinews into alignment

With lightness

Sinking the dark stones

Ghosting to the timbers at our feet

The fastest cadence will never help

To blur past them

And we are afraid they are contained

Within our molded sorrows

Riveted to our hearts

so we are like

Sinking stones in ephemeral bodies

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