“When he came out everyone was a little afraid to commit. Well not everybody, but a lot of popular artists were afraid to commit completely to what they were doing. They kind of used irony as a sheet around them, kind of protecting them from having to own up to what they said. Not only did he have one of the best voices I have ever heard, he was one hundred percent committed to what he was doing. He was unabashedly romantic in his lyrics and the way he sang. He got some flack for it while he was alive, and it sucks because when someone dies people start to say maybe he was awesome and they begin to analyze it differently. For those reasons, and I can go on forever about the guy. His voice has been influential to a lot of current artists, to people who might not even admit it really. Just his range and where he would even try to go with his voice. The guts to go from one octave to two above. Not a lot of people are doing that…so also his falsetto influence has influenced me as well.”—Brandon Boyd of Incubus (GAP Fall 2005 Backstage Pass “Their Favorite Things”)
I think it would be great if you would say five nice things you like about yourself publicly. Spread the self love and make yourself feel better, as we all need sometimes! Then, send it to ten of your favourite followers. You're all lovely! (◕‿◕✿)
Well thank you! :)
(This is harder than I thought it would be.)
1. I’m very driven and focused.
2. I’ve read a lot of books and I’m pretty smart.
3. I have stormy blue eyes that I like.
4. I’m a good cook and I love to bake.
5. I’m proud that I’m not addicted to anything except maybe caffeine and sugar.
“When did this go one sided?
I didn’t fall in alone
Sometimes I wish I’d never met you at all.
If love goes unrequited
Can we really call it love?
Do I hang on?
Or should I let go?
Should I let go?”—Brandon Boyd (via captainsavenohoe)
My brother is being a total dickweed. It’s almost 130 and he is blasting some show from his computer I asked him like three times to turn it down, I can’t stand it. I’m really tired. I should be it’s 1am for Christ’s sake.
He told me to put my headphones in and to fuck off. That’s okay, just wait. I can be the biggest bitch when I want to be. But for now I am smothering a pillow over my face, just leaving enough room for my nose and put my CPAP. Drown his computer out with my tv.
I saw an old friend of mine on Instagram. Our friendship ended rather acriomoniously or however you spell it. In high school. I figured, why not take a walk down memory lane. I requested her, her feed was private and she okayed me and started following me back, so I tried facebook and she added me there too! We started talking and it was so nice. No drama, just two adults talking to one another. She has a husband and three adorable little girls. They look just like her! I am so glad that I decided to try and start a friendship again. I can’t wait to get to know her better now.
Mom went grocery shopping today and got all the ingredients for me to make a beautiful and delicious salad. I call it a “Dori salad” because that’s what my daddy called it. Everyone who has tasted my salad has loved it. This recipe is for what I like. Feel free to modify it to your liking.
Washed iceberg lettuce
Chicken (sometimes I use ham)
Salt and pepper (to your liking)
Dressing of your choice.
“Only in America can you be pro-death penalty, pro-war, pro-unmanned drone bombs, pro-nuclear weapons, pro-guns, pro-torture, pro-land mines, and still call yourself ‘pro-life.’”—John Fuegelsang (via explore-everywhere)
Usually absolutely nothing. If I’m on the rag, nothing but panties. But if I get too cold, I will throw on a t-shirt. But normally I really want to be as comfy as possible and that really can only happen in your birthday suit.
First time I have ever said this to anyone. And I do wear sleep/loungey stuff when I am downstairs. If I don’t have to get up to go anywhere, I sure as shit will not get all dressed up, so I wear sleep pants and a tank or t-shirt.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to post this anywhere, it is really only blog worthy, because it’s a frickin’ online diary. I have handwritten ones as well. But typing is just, well it doesn’t wear your your arm out as much as a pen does.
Random thought number: 56738374937 coming to you straight from the ole noodle. Back to our regularly scheduled program.