All (attempts at) puns aside, though, I am getting back into doing the Winsor pilates again.

Years ago when I was on a low carb kick, I would do the 20 minute Winsor Pilates workout at least every other day. As of late I’ve been playing a very Jerry-rigged version of PS3’s Everybody Dance. I would head straight to Youtube and find videos of routines from the game and dance the hell out of them. While I’ll like keep doing that as well, I would like to incorporate something other than just dancing my ass off as far as working out goes. Yes, it’s fun, but I want to really REALLY tone up. So, I’ll be doing the Pilates workout at least every other day and in the mornings (or whenever I can) dance my ass off. Literally.

Today is finally here. It’s a day I never thought I would ever see, yet here it is. At the moment, my sisters are calmly eating their breakfast and it makes me wonder if they will look at life differently after today. I know it’s only high school graduation, but I wonder because I began to look at a lot of things differently after I graduated from high school. I wonder if they will see this as the beginning of the rest of their lives.

I remember for the longest time, the girls wanted to be chefs with their own restaurant. “Twins” they would call it. Eventually, about the time they were in the 10th grade, they both decided otherwise. Mesha, the eldest twin, decided that she wanted to be a criminologist while Nesha, born 5 minutes later, decided that she wanted to be a cosmetologist and a photographer. Whatever makes them happy makes me happy. 

As for now, graduation, good times, and a last high school memory. This is going to be an awesome day for everyone.

I think I’m going to try posting at least a couple of times a week. Y’know. Just because. And so that I can kind of get a feel of where this is really going. Right now I’m just not even sure.

magnolius:

book paintings by LA based artist Mike Stilkey

Los Angeles native Mike Stilkey has always been attracted to painting and drawing not only on vintage paper, record covers and book pages, but on the books themselves. Using a mix of ink, colored pencil, paint and lacquer, Stilkey depicts a melancholic and at times a whimsical cast of characters inhabiting ambiguous spaces and narratives of fantasy and fairy tales.

Tomorrow will be a day that I never thought I’d see.

I know how ironic that sounds, but it’s true.

My little sisters’ will be graduating from high school.

YAY!

Yesterday I’d anticipated being off today. I worked my shift, dreading it the entire way through. When my shift was over I bid my co-workers a warm farewell. “I’ll see you’s guys on Wednesday!”, I shouted with excitement with Queen’s “We are the Champions” Blaring in my head as I made my way to the time clock. 

The very thought of being off today erased every bad thing that had gone wrong yesterday. Work, obviously, along with the fact that our water pipes had busted at home. “Well, it’s a good thing that I don’t have to work tomorrow!”, I thought. “The house needs a good cleaning? Well, at least I get to that tomorrow!”. Even being woken up early this morning was no big deal because in my mind I was free to take a nap later today.

And then it happened. I logged in to check my schedule because I wasn’t sure what time I had to be at work tomorrow. And in turn, today suddenly looked a good bit dimmer.

I’m scheduled to work today. And that, my friends, is no bueno. :/

Well, At least I’m off on Thursday.

P.S. The water pipes as of 5 minutes ago are officially fixed.

P.P.S. Thank God I am exploring my options.

Sunday started out as most of my Sundays usually do: At Work.

I didn’t mind it at all, really. I was in pharmacy, away from the front registers, and all was well. You must, however, know that we usually get some real characters that come through pharmacy. Most of them are pretty funny. And the funny thing is that they don’t even realize it.

I was doing my usual daydreaming at my post when suddenly, A tall creeper rushes over to my register. He looked a bit frantic as he leaned over to whisper something. his eyes peered from one side to the next as if he were up to no good.

“Where are your prophylactics?”.

“I-I’m sorry..?”

He sighed and leaned in closer, speaking just above a whisper this time. I could tell that he was really trying to be discreet.

“Your Rubbers…”

I didn’t know how to react, honestly. I’m really horrible at hiding what I’m feeling because I tend to make weird faces. So, I as I pointed in the direction of where these.. what were they? Oh, yes! “Prophylactics”. I probably looked as if I were on the verge of laughing.

So, it turns out that tall creeeper guy was up to no good.

SECKS.

I am now going to start using the word instead of “condoms” because it just sounds classy as fuck. What do you think?

(Se)XOXO,

Sam

I caught word the other day that a local (Depending on how you look at it, anyway..) manufacturing plant was hiring. I found this through one of the searches I made.

artofmassdestruction:

washingtonpoststyle:

Hillary Clinton rejected — via a personal letter — Jason Segel’s offer to star in a movie with him, according to Politico.

This, obviously, is a great letter, but that font: It does not become a madame secretary.

I love Hillary. And I don’t even mind that font. Great letter.

I made this while super bored. I felt accomplished, although it WAS just MS paint.

I also feel that this makes me look Gangaru-ish.

Ha.