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Karma's Curiosity
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A year ago I moved down to the beach. The home I moved into is a rather transitional place, in a transitional little town off of the east coast.
A month ago I met my husband. Everything fell into place, it was surreal and wonderful of course. We'd met in the kitchen of all places. We could have met as kids, growing up in the same towns. We could have met in college, taking the same courses online. We could have met anywhere, but we met at work.
I can be a bit socially inept at times, doing things with lack of thought or foresight of such actions in the present. Life can be dull and boring, sometimes when you've been through it all, you've got to fill your soul. Well, low and behold I took my happiness into my own hands with a man who I see my future with. Its called initiative with a slight sting of impulsive scheduling.
Any who, today my husband and I were minding our own business. I'd already worked, and my husband was getting ready on his way out the door for his shift when we got a rather friendly, unexpected guest. My husband walked out the door and much to our surprise, a cat darted into the house. Johnnie looked at the cat the same time I did. Not a second later he looked up at me with a grin to say in his own words adios, "you've got to deal with this cat." The door shut quickly behind him and he was outta here. The cat however, made himself at home.
Alone with myself and this cat, a tingle of excitement, a moment of joy and mildly hysteria was at play here. The moment my husband was driving down the road to work was the moment I found myself in our guest bedroom huddled at the underside of a twin size bed talking to a cat.
"What's your name?"
How am I to address this rather friendly fellow? Notably his body moved with curiosity and playfulness. He had such wonder, there wasn't a timid bone in his body. Although his tail and rump were unfortunately broken. I had no doubt curiosity got the best of his end.
"You come in here unannounced like you own the place and you don't have a name for yourself?"
He must do this all the time, seeing how comfortable he is in any given home.
He had a blue bell collar on, someone had to own this peculiar one. I was looking for a name, but the only thing his owner gave him was a bell. To find him I guess, but I don't know for myself. I don't think it would be in my best interest to be curios about the owner, maybe that's why this cat left in the first place. Who knows?
I reached under the bed to scoop him out, I could hear his little bell under the bed, and to my surprise this cat came right out. However he did as he pleased, darting and sniffing around.
"Come here, I own the place."
Ugh, kittens! He must have smelled stink eye and fat cat from months ago.
work in progress, I need a nap x.x
Will I find his owner? I sure as hell won't let him just roam outside. He's chilling under the bed. Been here since 4:00, its 5:26.
Will you know why this is karma?
A month ago I met my husband. Everything fell into place, it was surreal and wonderful of course. We'd met in the kitchen of all places. We could have met as kids, growing up in the same towns. We could have met in college, taking the same courses online. We could have met anywhere, but we met at work.
I can be a bit socially inept at times, doing things with lack of thought or foresight of such actions in the present. Life can be dull and boring, sometimes when you've been through it all, you've got to fill your soul. Well, low and behold I took my happiness into my own hands with a man who I see my future with. Its called initiative with a slight sting of impulsive scheduling.
Any who, today my husband and I were minding our own business. I'd already worked, and my husband was getting ready on his way out the door for his shift when we got a rather friendly, unexpected guest. My husband walked out the door and much to our surprise, a cat darted into the house. Johnnie looked at the cat the same time I did. Not a second later he looked up at me with a grin to say in his own words adios, "you've got to deal with this cat." The door shut quickly behind him and he was outta here. The cat however, made himself at home.
Alone with myself and this cat, a tingle of excitement, a moment of joy and mildly hysteria was at play here. The moment my husband was driving down the road to work was the moment I found myself in our guest bedroom huddled at the underside of a twin size bed talking to a cat.
"What's your name?"
How am I to address this rather friendly fellow? Notably his body moved with curiosity and playfulness. He had such wonder, there wasn't a timid bone in his body. Although his tail and rump were unfortunately broken. I had no doubt curiosity got the best of his end.
"You come in here unannounced like you own the place and you don't have a name for yourself?"
He must do this all the time, seeing how comfortable he is in any given home.
He had a blue bell collar on, someone had to own this peculiar one. I was looking for a name, but the only thing his owner gave him was a bell. To find him I guess, but I don't know for myself. I don't think it would be in my best interest to be curios about the owner, maybe that's why this cat left in the first place. Who knows?
I reached under the bed to scoop him out, I could hear his little bell under the bed, and to my surprise this cat came right out. However he did as he pleased, darting and sniffing around.
"Come here, I own the place."
Ugh, kittens! He must have smelled stink eye and fat cat from months ago.
work in progress, I need a nap x.x
Will I find his owner? I sure as hell won't let him just roam outside. He's chilling under the bed. Been here since 4:00, its 5:26.
Will you know why this is karma?
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April/May Autobiography
5 min read
Hello all, this is M. You may also refer to me as Mrs. H.
My husband and I are moving into our fist house and out of our apartment. I'm thinking about moving to an artistic town in a year from now with my husband. We both have interest living in the mountains, away from the east coast. I talked with him briefly today about moving to the mountains and he told me that he wouldn't mind living there for a year together.
Through this joint account I enjoy a shared virtual art gallery and community with a fellow artist, B. Contrary to this interaction, I believe that because I do independent art studies, rather than attending an art college for a BA in fine arts, I could make due with a brief period of in-person interaction. It would be a pleasure to be with my kind of people in my kind of city.
It would be a pleasant experience to venture into an art town with my husband so that I can establish a social network of fellow artist. Thus I will experience an artistic lifestyle in a social manner, rather than strictly individual practice and studies as I evolve my passions. I envision that he would enjoy a year of marriage under our belt in the mountains with me. The city I'd visit growing up as a child has never been a place I've lived at. That being said, we discussed and concluded that we see fit to live in the mountains for a year. Where we move to next, who knows.
This year I will be going back to college, I plan to work from home and sell art on the side. Currently I am making a few paintings for our new home. We will be visiting the mountains this year for our wedding, where we will pick out a meaningful, symbolic souvenir of our marriage to fill our home. We will look around for a place to settle for a year while in town and do at home research.
While I had artist block, I settled into town and grew as a person. Not only did I meet the love of my life, I found direction in life. I've grown stronger and smarter as a person this past year,. There is a lot to be scheduled on our calendars this year. My husband will be achieving his work related goals laid out in front of him. I myself have so much to learn as an artist, a wife, and into my future profession. We have a series of deadlines to meet to do everything on schedule ahead of us, and we're ahead of the game.
I intend to do massage on the side one day. For a while massage will be my main income until I have earned my Associates.
I would like to then achieve my BA in sociology, with a minor in deviance. My husband shows interest in construction, as I show interest in interior design. He has an interest in business and psychology, as well as sociology. We intend to work together in the long run, working together in the community helping young teens and adults in a facility. I enjoy marketing and economics as a fundamental study. We met at work in the kitchen, I find it to be no surprise that we enjoy cooking together, we look forward to working together, and that our passions on the side are similar and are developing at the same time.
My husband and I are over joyed, we could not be more happy. We will be enjoying our years together, growing as individuals and as a couple. I love my spouse in an open and honest, childlike passionate relationship. We are making it in this world. This is just the beginning. We are setting the foundation of our lives together, and we look forward to starting a family one day. I couldn't picture my life with any other.
As you all know, I've just gotten married. My father came to see us both this week, we had a good visit and a warm welcome to both sides of the family.
My husband and I are moving into our fist house and out of our apartment. I'm thinking about moving to an artistic town in a year from now with my husband. We both have interest living in the mountains, away from the east coast. I talked with him briefly today about moving to the mountains and he told me that he wouldn't mind living there for a year together.
Through this joint account I enjoy a shared virtual art gallery and community with a fellow artist, B. Contrary to this interaction, I believe that because I do independent art studies, rather than attending an art college for a BA in fine arts, I could make due with a brief period of in-person interaction. It would be a pleasure to be with my kind of people in my kind of city.
It would be a pleasant experience to venture into an art town with my husband so that I can establish a social network of fellow artist. Thus I will experience an artistic lifestyle in a social manner, rather than strictly individual practice and studies as I evolve my passions. I envision that he would enjoy a year of marriage under our belt in the mountains with me. The city I'd visit growing up as a child has never been a place I've lived at. That being said, we discussed and concluded that we see fit to live in the mountains for a year. Where we move to next, who knows.
This year I will be going back to college, I plan to work from home and sell art on the side. Currently I am making a few paintings for our new home. We will be visiting the mountains this year for our wedding, where we will pick out a meaningful, symbolic souvenir of our marriage to fill our home. We will look around for a place to settle for a year while in town and do at home research.
Currently I have been experiencing the exact opposite of a year long artist block. I'm studying art again and discovering new things, from cooking recipes, to conceptional geometric art. Normally I study traditional and realistic art, and I was into digital art for a very long period of time. In that period of time, the wide range of study blossomed with possibilities that transformed from paper to technology. I had put that down for a year, now to only pick it back up in a balanced devotion to my marriage, my work, and my passion.
While I had artist block, I settled into town and grew as a person. Not only did I meet the love of my life, I found direction in life. I've grown stronger and smarter as a person this past year,. There is a lot to be scheduled on our calendars this year. My husband will be achieving his work related goals laid out in front of him. I myself have so much to learn as an artist, a wife, and into my future profession. We have a series of deadlines to meet to do everything on schedule ahead of us, and we're ahead of the game.
I intend to do massage on the side one day. For a while massage will be my main income until I have earned my Associates.
I would like to then achieve my BA in sociology, with a minor in deviance. My husband shows interest in construction, as I show interest in interior design. He has an interest in business and psychology, as well as sociology. We intend to work together in the long run, working together in the community helping young teens and adults in a facility. I enjoy marketing and economics as a fundamental study. We met at work in the kitchen, I find it to be no surprise that we enjoy cooking together, we look forward to working together, and that our passions on the side are similar and are developing at the same time.
As the spark ignited my detailed, unfocused artistic spree, I began developing study material while enjoying quality time with my husband. We went camping at the beach. I began making recipes. My husband, my father and manager would like me to design tattoos for them. It has been some time since I've designed a tattoo or a logo, so I intend to practice my art to develop a new set of skills, while going to school and working from our home.
My husband and I are over joyed, we could not be more happy. We will be enjoying our years together, growing as individuals and as a couple. I love my spouse in an open and honest, childlike passionate relationship. We are making it in this world. This is just the beginning. We are setting the foundation of our lives together, and we look forward to starting a family one day. I couldn't picture my life with any other.
With best regards, My husband and I have many memories to make.
I'll write you all again some time.
I'll write you all again some time.
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Small rant
5 min read
Hello! This is the other admin to the account. It's 4 AM, yeah, and I can't stop getting angry at these thoughts so I'm just gonna do some raw venting. I was gonna do it on my main account, but I feel like I've ranted about this twat enough on there.
Anyways, first off asshole I didn't send anyone after you. I didn't actively go out and tell people to use your contact information that you WILLINGLY gave out to me. If you hadn't've messaged me on deviantART with your contact information, it would have stayed forgotten because you act like I memorized your fucking contact information or something when again, you willingly sent it to me. All I did was send my friends all the notes you sent me. I actually forgot what your phone number even was until you sent it to me you dumb fucking nigger.
It's not my fault that my friends chose to do what they did with your contact information. I did not encourage them to post it anywhere. The fact that you're still getting "harassed to this day" which I'm pretty sure that's a load of bullshit, but for the sake of argument let's say it's not, the fact that you're still getting ""harassed"" is not my fucking problem. In fact, I think if you are telling the truth that it's well deserved considering you cyberstalked me for almost two years, you probably still stalk my shit and I just don't know about it. I already know you're the type to tell the tale to suit the tale, so there's no telling. You honestly deserve way worse than ""bullying and harassment"" by fucking 4Chan users, cry me a river cunt. What you deserve is some pound me in the ass PRISON TIME and you should feel lucky that neither myself or M haven't gone to the authorities about you, even though we both should have.
You can call me psycho until the cows come home if it makes you feel better about yourself because to be honest? I don't give a damn. You and people like you will always deny the responsibility of your actions. You'll never admit to doing anything wrong. Even when I've admitted to doing wrong you never will and that's a fact, Jack. You only dismiss me as being a psycho because you know that I'm not lying. You can't call me a liar because there's enough evidence stacked up against you, so you call me a psycho instead. You know that I'm telling the truth. You know that we are telling the truth, but you'll keep running away from it for as long as you can.
I never asked from an apology from you, I never wanted one to begin with because I knew I was never going to get one in the first place. How can you apologize for something you intended to do? I predicted everything you were going to do and everything you'd say. You're a very predictable child, that's for sure. M wanted you to apologize to me in hopes that I'd be able to heal at least a little bit better and move on from what you did to me and I appreciate the thought. It's clear to the both of us that you're so delusional, so diluted in your thinking that you're believing your own lies that you tell yourself. Which really, that's not my problem, that's all you.
The only thing you're right about is me being mentally unstable, which I am. I can't deny that. BUT... You're the reason why and you know it. You can believe whatever bullshit you want. You know exactly why I'm this way. The fact that I was unable to go to the local mall for almost a year and a half because I was fucking terrified of seeing you there should say enough. After we split up, my PTSD became significantly worse and I developed borderline personality disorder which I didn't even fucking have until you came into my life. People don't just get BPD for no fucking reason. And yes, it's a legitimate diagnosis from a psychologist if you wanna be a smartass and think I'm making the shit up.
But really? It just feels good knowing that I was right and that I don't have to dwell on this anymore. I hope that I never have to hear about you ever again after this so I can stop being so angry all the time. I still have horrific nightmares that involve you and that will take a long time to get passed, but I feel slightly confident in myself at the very least. I'm happy knowing that I became a better person than what you turned out to be. I forgave M because she never wronged me in any way and she went through similar things I went through when I was with you. I got her back and she's got mine and I know that you knowing that, boils your blood. Good. I hope it continues to do so.
I hope this'll FINALLY be the last that I talk about this fag. It's time for me to make something out of myself and prepare to be a wife myself someday. Can't do that if you're in my way. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anyways, first off asshole I didn't send anyone after you. I didn't actively go out and tell people to use your contact information that you WILLINGLY gave out to me. If you hadn't've messaged me on deviantART with your contact information, it would have stayed forgotten because you act like I memorized your fucking contact information or something when again, you willingly sent it to me. All I did was send my friends all the notes you sent me. I actually forgot what your phone number even was until you sent it to me you dumb fucking nigger.
It's not my fault that my friends chose to do what they did with your contact information. I did not encourage them to post it anywhere. The fact that you're still getting "harassed to this day" which I'm pretty sure that's a load of bullshit, but for the sake of argument let's say it's not, the fact that you're still getting ""harassed"" is not my fucking problem. In fact, I think if you are telling the truth that it's well deserved considering you cyberstalked me for almost two years, you probably still stalk my shit and I just don't know about it. I already know you're the type to tell the tale to suit the tale, so there's no telling. You honestly deserve way worse than ""bullying and harassment"" by fucking 4Chan users, cry me a river cunt. What you deserve is some pound me in the ass PRISON TIME and you should feel lucky that neither myself or M haven't gone to the authorities about you, even though we both should have.
You can call me psycho until the cows come home if it makes you feel better about yourself because to be honest? I don't give a damn. You and people like you will always deny the responsibility of your actions. You'll never admit to doing anything wrong. Even when I've admitted to doing wrong you never will and that's a fact, Jack. You only dismiss me as being a psycho because you know that I'm not lying. You can't call me a liar because there's enough evidence stacked up against you, so you call me a psycho instead. You know that I'm telling the truth. You know that we are telling the truth, but you'll keep running away from it for as long as you can.
I never asked from an apology from you, I never wanted one to begin with because I knew I was never going to get one in the first place. How can you apologize for something you intended to do? I predicted everything you were going to do and everything you'd say. You're a very predictable child, that's for sure. M wanted you to apologize to me in hopes that I'd be able to heal at least a little bit better and move on from what you did to me and I appreciate the thought. It's clear to the both of us that you're so delusional, so diluted in your thinking that you're believing your own lies that you tell yourself. Which really, that's not my problem, that's all you.
The only thing you're right about is me being mentally unstable, which I am. I can't deny that. BUT... You're the reason why and you know it. You can believe whatever bullshit you want. You know exactly why I'm this way. The fact that I was unable to go to the local mall for almost a year and a half because I was fucking terrified of seeing you there should say enough. After we split up, my PTSD became significantly worse and I developed borderline personality disorder which I didn't even fucking have until you came into my life. People don't just get BPD for no fucking reason. And yes, it's a legitimate diagnosis from a psychologist if you wanna be a smartass and think I'm making the shit up.
But really? It just feels good knowing that I was right and that I don't have to dwell on this anymore. I hope that I never have to hear about you ever again after this so I can stop being so angry all the time. I still have horrific nightmares that involve you and that will take a long time to get passed, but I feel slightly confident in myself at the very least. I'm happy knowing that I became a better person than what you turned out to be. I forgave M because she never wronged me in any way and she went through similar things I went through when I was with you. I got her back and she's got mine and I know that you knowing that, boils your blood. Good. I hope it continues to do so.
I hope this'll FINALLY be the last that I talk about this fag. It's time for me to make something out of myself and prepare to be a wife myself someday. Can't do that if you're in my way. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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April 2017
1 min read
Getting married, rather busy. Won't be active much on DA.
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Bismuth Syndrome
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