It can't rain all the time?

I couldn't think of a single quotable lyric having to do with missing a dead friend, so you get The Crow movie reference.

I had this friend, Chris. We weren't terribly close....but we hung out frequently. Screw it, we drunken rambled together, I knew his parents by first name, and he would come to see me at work. I suppose we were close. I was always so excited to see him and it was fantastic to have him around. He was only in a town a few months at a time, so it was always difficult to catch him. But we always found a way. He was hilarious, loved music I couldn't stand and would drink in bars with a viking helmet on. He was friggin awesome. And he had a smile that you could see from across the damn street.

One of the last times that I saw him, I burned him his own set of the Firefly dvds, but misplaced the fourth disc. I told him I'd get it to him the next time I saw him. Well, a few months after that, he died in a car accident. None of us took it all that well. Every once in a while, I lose my shit. I just cry. Well, needless to say, I never gave him the fourth dvd. I found it a few months after his death, while cleaning, and just sat on the floor and sobbed for hours. I didn't throw it away, though. So every once in a while, it will turn up in my room. I just stare at it. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I throw it away. (And then dig it out of the trash)

The past few weeks I've been thinking about him almost every day. I don't know if it's just because some of the people in my life remind me of him, or if it's just me missing hanging out with him.

I just want to sit on the couch with him again and watch tons of movies.

Tonight was a rough one. I tried a few things to get him off my mind. Including a 45 minute spurt on the arch trainer machine at the gym.

So, I cried for a little bit, changed my facebook photo, stared at the dvd and decided to rant on my blog. Might as well do it somewhere.

Sleep in our clothes and wait for winter to leave.

Deep breath.

So, what’s been going on with me? I quit Journey’s (the shoe store). I’ve taken on three little to no stress jobs. I am so damn happy with my choices.

Im the new shop girl at webberstreet.com, which just happens to be my tattoo shop of choice. It’s fantastic. It’s a whole new world to me and it’s proving to be pretty dang awesome so far.

I also cut patterns and eat lunch with the owner of onthetrashyside.com. Let’s see, tattoos ans sewing so far. I love my life.

I’ve also work at restaurant called Duvals. It’s a place that does intimate, fine dining. A little more stress, but great, great money atmosphere.

I’m so excited about the weeks to come.

Romantic.... How in the hell do I describe it?

We got into a long discussion about it today. The stuff I find romantic or consider romantic. The little things leave my heart twitterpaited. I understand flowers are loving and chocolates are a sweet gesture, but I’d much rather prefer a dumb little doodle, a mix cd, a note written on a bank receipt, a flower from the tree outside of work, or a home made meal.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going out to dinner, going to a movie or bowling, but there’s something about doing stuff in your own kitchen or living room that makes for the best memories. I’m not even talking about dates here. It could just be evenings with friends. The best times I can think of were times that were created during making dinner, playing video games, painting, hot glue gun sessions, walks on the beach or long drives to absolutely nowhere.

That being said… Let’s say I’m with someone I’m dating. We’re preparing a meal together, they come up behind me and kiss me or stop me from what I’m doing to hug me. That moment almost sums up what I find romantic. That single moment means more to me than any flower, chocolate or necklace ever could.(Unless, that flower or necklace is hand made. Talk about turning my heart to porridge)

So yes, I realize it isn’t normal to want to spend my nights taking walks, making dinner and playing Mario Kart and board games into the night. But dammit. Why not?

Non-stop Weekends

are getting the best of me. I’d like to think I can keep up, but hell! I’m now carrying three jobs, and a social life. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have one. I thought after high school I’d sit around watching Earth vs. The Flying Saucers and eating Gushers. Oh wait, that’s what I did Saturday.

Anywho, Sunday, the ladies and myself too the trek up to Ikea for a new sewing desk, some randoms bits and some meatballs. Oh buddy. Then we went our seperate ways to nap and rally for the evening. Jason and The Punknecks were playing in town, so we threw a cook out for them. It was a great time. A lot of food (I brought tabasco pumpkin chili and I rish carbomb cupcakes) a lot of drink and oodles of laughter. Afterward, we went to the show. I met up with this awesome guy I’ve been talking with and a few old friends. The show rocked! Just a damn good time. I like it when the whole establishment is dancing.

I should be in bed…. I have to up for work in a few hours.

Oh WAIT!! LITTLE BIG PLANET 2!!!!

Talk about obsession. I think I’ll have a serious problem with the allotted time I’ll have to play. I’m only three levels in and I haven’t found a think I haven’t liked yet. Grappling guns! Kill pigeons with lasers! I can hardly handle it.

Between Epic Mickey, Deathly Hallows, and this, sleep doesn’t stand a chance.

Close proximity? Don't mind if I do.

Cuddling! I loves me some cuddling. I’ll be the little spoon, big spoon, the lay on or the lay-ee. Being wrapped up in someone feels so nice, loving and safe. It’s a great feeling. And to wake up in that situation? The best ever.

This year, I do what I want.

I have a tumblr. This one!
It's just so much easier to use than blogger, especially on my phone while at work. So, I'll just cross post every once in a while. I've been posting pictures of things that make me very happy along with a photo. To start it off...

Rollercoasters!

I love ‘em. Pictured we have the Kraken at Sea World. A great thing about living in Florida, we have many theme parks. Busch Gardens, Sea World, Disney, Hollywood Studios, Aquatica, Universal, Islands of Adventure, Animal Kingdom, Adventure Island and few more water parks I can’t remember the name of. In two hours or less, I can drive to any one of these parks.

Rollercoasters give you ninety seconds or so of experiencing all laws of physics and yet letting you feel like none of them apply to you. That’s amazing. And for that minute plus, you’re enjoying this with a large group of people you may not have anything else in common with. I mean, come on!! You get to be a bad ass going a gazillion miles an hour in the open wind high above the buildings.