I’ve Got Ice Cream, Sex AND Candy….

well, on my phone at least. After stumbling through google during the wee hours of the morning I came across makeownringtone.com and heaven was found on earth. Ok, slight exaggeration. After listening to my friend talk about how she can’t find the ring tones she wanted, I did a little research and wound up here. You can upload a file, crop it to the desired length and download it to your computer or your phone.

I’d be Sorry if I had Something to be Sorry About

On continuation of my last post, I just needed to express that I’m mad. Angry. Furious. Irate. No, really I’m just really sad. Sad that I’m obviously making big mistakes and I don’t even know what they are. Maybe I do things too fast, maybe I don’t think them through. Maybe, maybe, maybe. There’s a lot of maybes out there and not a lot of

Sometimes, Sometimes, Sometimes

Oh if I ever had a favorite word it would have to be sometimes (despite my overuse of the word “annoying”). Somtimes, everything in my life revolves around sometimes. Sometimes this, sometimes that. Sometimes he loves me, sometimes he hates me (and vice versa). Sometimes I’m good, sometimes I’m bad and sometimes I’m just plain fed up. I think this is one of those sometimes. I’m sick of

Sometimes it’s Best to…….

quit. No, I’m kidding, sort of. Maybe secede would be the better word. I’m not quitting, I’m merely pulling out, while I still have the chance to save my face and my reputation. As if I couldn’t come up with anything else to do, wait I can’t. This merely lies in the hands of someone else, someone who I’m unwilling to let have that tug on my heart. That tug that

Feeling as Good as You Can

So, I’m sitting here. Sitting here brewing in my own stupidity and ignorance. I’ve just gone through a mass texting of everyone in my cell phone trying to find answers to my problems. Can we detach? Can we really detach? Can we detach the physical from the emotional or are we destined to just fall deeper and deeper into an abyss? Are our feelings ever justified or are we simply, for lack of a better phrase, screwing ourselves over?

What a Little Maybe Can Do

Sometimes I want to cry and sometimes I don’t know why. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry over something so stupid, but its almost as if my tears have a mind of their own. When you want something you want it and sometimes you didn’t even know you wanted it until you got a taste. But displace this person, place or thing for even a minute and our hearts are open to the salt we rub in them. I’ll be the first to admit I have a tendency to overreact, a tendency that is cemented in some

Game Over

If there’s one thing I’m really tired of it’s playing games. No, I don’t mean Twister and Candy Land, I’m talking about the games we play with each other. The game of waiting by the damn phone for it to ring when it never ever does. Even worse the notion that I can’t pry the phone out of my own little fingers and resist from dialing and texting especially after a round of Jager bombs. Can everyone just be good to each other and say what you mean and mean what you say? Is that such a hard request?

“He Tastes Like You Only Sweeter”

Guilty as charged, I’m quoting song lyrics again. But, but for good reason, well it’s reason enough in my head to warrant the name of good reason. Standing on the edge of impending doom, I count back the days to when I knew what I was doing. Oh wait, that was yesterday. Well, I’m counting back to something, something as in before I dug the hole I’m in. The hole I’m in that I’m really starting to like. Pending the confirmation of the fact that it’s alright

Lessons on Boredom

Sometimes I can’t believe myself. Then there’s the other times where I stand outside myself and just stare in disbelief. I think I’m crackin’ up. Kind of like in that Green Day song. I may be a bit paranoid but I’m not stoned….yet. I also don’t know exactly what I should be writing right now and I’m acting as if the god of the blog

The Monday Blues

Last night the chime of the text message was too much. Today it’s silence is too little.  I’m under a cloud of severe boredom which I suppose is better than a cloud of sorrow, but still how bored do I have to be? Too much excitement followed by so much downtime is a killer and a mood killer. How does life return to normal when it will only be thrown out of wack again? What am I talking about?