"Piiiizzzzaahhh". Sharpie on pizza box.

So Yesterday when I was drawing him, he was drawing me too! Unknown to each other! How weird is that!?? I don't think either of us draw regularly. We're awesome and stupid.

craft kick! karate chop!

I have been feeling ultra super crafty lately, a lot of it is me finally wanting to put to use all of the crap I have and make it into other things. I broke out my sewing machine the other night to alter an old sweatshirt and sew a cool Max Levine Ensemble back patch on that I bought at the show last week. I also took in the sleeves so it would fit me better.

The night after that I took in two shirts that have been sitting around waiting for me to alter them since the summer, they fit now!! Last night I started sewing together old tee shirt squares I cut out almost a year ago to make another tee shirt quilt. I didn't get very far cause it was late and I had to work today. When I get home tonight I plan to continue my quilting project and also get to work on some coconut pineapple ice cream and cinnamon buns for this weekend. Mostly prep work so they will be ready to go but I might churn the ice cream tonight so its nice and solid when its recipient arrives.

I feel like all I do anymore is eat pizza and ice cream.

I'm sorry for how badly I disfigured your arm.

FOOD RAGE?

So lately everything in my life has been wonderful and amazing. I could not be happier, well maybe if my ridiculous debt was paid off but other than that I feel pretty good. I feel that in my enamored blissful state the only thing that seems to get me worked up anymore is food. You gotta find something to be unsatisfied with right?

Last weekend my wonderful boyfriend took me out to this awesome pizza place he has been raving about since we started dating. He was going to be his treat and these pizza's are quite expensive so I was feeling pretty pampered. We are about to order and we inquire (just to be sure) that the pizza was vegan, and the waitress informed us the pan would be coated in butter, being the bad vegan that I am I decided to just "eat around" the parts touching the butter, I didn't want to waste the trip or seem ungrateful. Then ANOTHER waitress comes up and tells me there is whey in the dough. I try to justify just eating toppings but apparently they are all baked in under the dough, and everything is all gooey and it would be impossible to keep it kosher.

I felt so silly in the restaurant when I started crying cause the only thing I could eat there was salad! I was hungry, and disappointed, and in a state of food rage. I feel embarrassed that a ruined meal can get the best of me but luckily my wonderful boyfriend walked me down the street to a lovely little indian food place that was really delicious.

I feel crazy sometimes, but then I talked to my bff Tessa last night and she was like "of course you got upset! you were hungry and you couldn't eat anything! I would have been pissed too!" so that made me feel a lot better.

I feel like such a brat sometimes.

I know I'm unclutterable, you don't have to tell me. I have too much in my life, take it, it's yours.

This year I think I need to FINALLY get my shit together and unclutter my life. I have so much stuff, and I mean yeah most of it is totally cool stuff, but I live in a very small room in a teeny bungalow and I really would love a little more room to stretch out. I think the problems with this I have had in the past have all involved me believing all my cool junk has value, or some sort of purpose other than just being junk. The other reason I keep things is purely sentimental.

For example I have this really gross smelling raspberry body splash and bath set my grandmother gave me that I will never use. It was in a "get rid of" pile for about 4 months and before I could get rid of the pile she passed away causing any item ever given to me by her no matter how gross smelling to somehow become priceless and cherished. (I also have a bag of random socks she gave me that I can no longer wear for fear of destroying them because my grandma will never buy me socks again, and that is the saddest idea ever)

I completely realize that I am a crazy, sentimental fool, but I honestly don't know how else to be. I am going to figure it out though, I have to, this shit is getting ridiculous. I also realize that because I am in a considerable amount of debt, the chances of me buying more stuff to compensate for the discarded junk is very unlikely. This is the best possible time for me to clean house. Wish me luck.