Impureminds

I haven’t posted for the last couple of days, been a bit lazy. Several nights ago after walking the dog I came home and ran into Albert’s workout bar that was just conveniently placed above my eye level on his squat rack. Fun. My glasses flew off from the force and now I have a bump which better go away or I will be FUCKING PISSED.


The reason why I say this is because one of my uncles ran into a small beam underneath his old stairs several times a couple of years ago. After that he grew like a huge cartilage bump on his forehead, like an unicorn. He had to get it SURGICALLY removed. How lame is that.


I like my head the shape its in thank you very much.

I have always been someone to cover my ears. My eyes. My self from the knowledge that could damage me and my belief in others. Lately I have decided that maybe opening my eyes, although hard, is something that had to be done. So I started by doing the easy thing: watching shows and documentaries. The Cove, Sharkwater, Whale Wars, I watched them all.


To say that I was upset would be an understatement. I felt everything that I knew I would feel: Anger. Bitterness. Dirty. And incredibly sad. It was always much easier to live in my little comfortable bubble than it was to look outside and see the harsh realities. This had been my reason, and many other peoples reason, for so long to not acknowledge and learn about what was going on around the world.

I created a new layout header two days ago but was too lazy to code it…So I was sneaky and modified one of the freebie layouts from wordpress. Such a great example of how hardworking I am.


Anyways, yesterday I was trying to work out when Rocky (my boyfriends dog that I have now claimed) started to drive me nuts. Scratching the doors, walking back and forth, and just acting as a distraction. After I tried walking him three times IN A ROW and he STILL acted strange we figured out something was freaking him out. So we decided to check out the house and the doors. That was when we found that the front door was left unlocked when usually my mom is OCD about checking it at night to make sure its locked.


After we locked the door Rocky was totally fine and just went to bed. Now that is what you call a guard dog.