Adventures of a Psycho Blonde.

Live Journal?

There's an app for that.

Maybe it'll help me use it again.

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my dad is a piece of shit. my baby's dad is a piece of shit...

i'm sensing a pattern.

thank go that child finally went to sleep.

and everytime she does, i wonder to myself...

what do i do now?

her name: Skylar Anne Tracy. born January 27, 2010.

she eats a whole lot, doesn't cry all that much, and loves to hear me say her name and hear her dad call her goose. she smiles constantly and everyone loves her. mommyhood is the ish.

so i'm thinking...

i've had a baby and i sit around all day...

can i get back the urge to write?

i'm alive... :)

*i'm in a real relationship with a not 18 year old.
*i quit outback.
*i really really really wanna start writing in this thing again... i think i was good at it.
*i have BANGS.
*i am currently listening to blair (friend and roommate) and josh (love of life) talking about spiders making him want to shit his pants.

if anyone is still paying attention, i love you all. i swear.

lets all hope i can make the lj live again. :)

-H

k, so, the new things in my world:

*my hair is really red. like, the red that jean grey wishes hers was. my drunken alter ego has been dubbed dark phoenix by the masses.
*i am currently homeless, living with tuffy in my grandfather's house. we'll see where i end up. i open to suggestions. other states and countries not out of teh question.
*i have a best friend name jacob that just totally left to new orleans and i am lost without my mexican blood brother.
*i am totally hang out with and hook up with an 18 year old. he's really tall, really talented and really awsome. he is mike.
*in celebration of my cougar status, we created a shot called the cradle robber that you can actually order at bars around here now and the bartenders know what to make. i will live on eternally in teh form of a bar shooter.
*i got rear-ended by a crazy retired navy guy the other day. not a lot to that story. but my car is in pain.
*did i mention my hair is red?




this is me trying to get my shit down again. i miss being able to look back on any point in my life and remember what i was thinking. lemme try to get there again.

i'll be back.


SELAH.

so much has happened, and so many weird things to talk about
i'm gonna try to be back... and the only way i know how...

with a vengence.

-H

so i am sharing with you all that i weigh 172 lbs, which is a great deal less than the 195 i weighed some months ago.

i'll let you know again when i'm in the 160's.

here's to drinking water and not really missing cheese fries.

Is it worth it can you even hear me?
Standing with your spotlight on me;
Not enough to feed the hungry,
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now...
In this sea of lonely,
The taste of ink is getting old;
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day...

Still I can see it coming,
While I'm standing in the river drowning;
This could be my chance to break out;
This could be my chance to say goodbye.
At last it's finally over,
Couldn't take this town much longer;
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free...

So here I am, it's in my hands,
And I'll savor every moment of this.
So here I am, alive at last;
And I'll savor every moment of this.

And won't you think I'm pretty
When I'm standing top the bright lit city;
And I'll take your hand and pick you up,
And keep you there to so you can see.
As long as you're alive and care,
I promise I will take you there;
And we'll drink and dance the night away,
we'll drink and dance the night away...

As long as you're alive
Here I am...
I promise I will take you there...