ten days later...

i've been super busy with moving, so that's why i haven't been on here. (not that anyone really reads anyways...)

yesterday was pickle's 2nd birthday. we had a big dinner for him, followed by puppy cake. us humans decided to not partake, even though mister greedy pants didn't offer.

it's actually starting to snow outside. i didn't think we'd get any. it was fifty degrees outside around 10 last night. for anyone who knows nebraska weather, you know that's just plain messed up.

our trip to little rock isn't that far away. i have to face my fear of flying again this year. i don't cry or anything but i do go into silent hysterics. the idea of breathing recycled air that's shared with other people for a few hours sicks me out. when i was on a plane back in may some dude farted and you could smell it the entire trip. fuuucked up. yeah, i don't like planes.

i was at work for so long i could sneeze out curly fries.

work makes me tired. not just physically tired, but more mentally/emotionally tired.

do you ever feel like that?
it's pretty much a fucked up situation.

lesson of the day: my dog is down right fucking amazing.

ok, so i already knew that, but still. he woke me up at 5:30 this morning kissing the crap out of my back, face, and ears. he decided he wanted some loving and didn't care if i was sleeping. it's all good though. i'd rub that little tummy any time. :)

wax paper makes it go faster...

i've been watching an ass load of true blood over the internet lately. i'm super heavy into the story line. after watching an entire season in about 4 days, i've come to the conclusion that i want a vampire boyfriend. i don't wanna be what they call a "fang banger" someone who just has sex with vampires. from what i've seen, they can be down right passionate. i know this sounds odd, and chances are vampires probally aren't real, but damn.

on the subject of passion, i feel that i've got a huge lacking of it in my life right now. i wouldn't go as far to say that i hate my job, but i'm starting to go down that path. i feel that some of the few relationships i have with people aren't that great anymore. there's nothing new in my life, it's just so bleh. just about everything in my life feels so ridiculously ho-hum right now. i can't stand it. usually my ass is on fire about something going on in life but it's like i'm sitting in a bucket of ice or something. i think i'm just on one of my downhills i have every now and then. though i can't say i totally hate it. i honestly feel more inspired and creative this way. (not that i couldn't be normally.) i'm fucked up, i know.

lesson of the day:

if someone is having a bad day or just being a bossy little prick, don't say anything at all. if you do, be positive towards them so they realize what an ass they're being.

it's not like i didn't already know this lesson, but it seems to be much more prevalent in my life these days. though really, i don't know that being nice is getting me too far. it seems the people around me are meaner than they actually realize.

by the way, pickles has been on my lap helping me write this. woot woot for the weiner dog! he's the best friend i could've ever asked for. (minus the random poop on the floor.)

a friend had taken this picture of pickles. needless to say, pickles is a nosy dog.

sick of myspace blogging, so here i am!

my name's krista. i live with my boyfriend, ben, and our weiner dog, pickles. we've also got a bunny named joey (after joey ramone), and a few fish. i'm cupcake obsessed. i've got 3 tattoos and a bunch of piercings. i don't really ever capitalize anything or spell that well, but i'm usually an asshole about punctation.

i'll probally post cupcake experiments/recipes from time to time. maybe some pictures of junk. random bitchings.


who knows?

ben and i on vacation this summer. we both look kind of odd but it's the only one i've got where we both aren't doing something retarded with our faces.

this cute little fucker would be our dog, pickles.