Hoardersok i'll be talking abt multiple different things in here. mainly cuz i haven't posted anything in a long time.

I'm sitting here watching hoarders. and i really don't understand, why do people have to throw things away that aren't trash? hello! thrift stores, yard sales, giving to the less fortunate. one persons trash can be another persons treasure. if its actual trash or if its something that is gross then yes, trash it. but if its still useable, or recyclable its not trash damn it.

i feel like i actually identify with hoarders somewhat. i suppose cuz i like to collect things too. but i treat my stuff with respect. sure i might get messy now and then but then i come b...

Hoardersok i'll be talking abt multiple different things in here. mainly cuz i haven't posted anything in a long time.

I'm sitting here watching hoarders. and i really don't understand, why do people have to throw things away that aren't trash? hello! thrift stores, yard sales, giving to the less fortunate. one persons trash can be another persons treasure. if its actual trash or if its something that is gross then yes, trash it. but if its still useable, or recyclable its not trash damn it.

i feel like i actually identify with hoarders somewhat. i suppose cuz i like to collect things too. but i treat my stuff with respect. sure i might get messy now and then but then i come back around and clean it up. i feel like people really don't respect things. or the earth. think about how many times you've thrown paper or a tv dinner box in the trash can. did you know you can put that in your recycling bin? it says you can put your junk-mail in. i know in some places you cant recycle certain plastics, but usually 1 & 2 plastics are accepted. most tv dinner trays are made with #1. same with plastic bottles. thicker laundry bottles are usually #2. i challenge you to pay attention to what you throw away and ask yourself "does this really belong in a landfill?" this is the only world we get. i don't give a fuck abt trying to find life on mars. as far as i can tell this is it. lol

another thing, sentimental = important. people really don't respect other ppls things. like ppl really like treating other ppls stuff like sht. and that is very disrespectful and fucking pisses me off. if its not yours, then you should treat it even better than you treat your own stuff. not kick it or leave it somewhere to get damaged.

i am also bothered just by people in general. like right now my mom is mad at me and has been treating me like sht every time i talk to her and i really don't understand why and i think its stupid drama. just because she got my mail in her mail? or just because i didn't call her cuz i was busy trying to figure out things in my own life? why do ppl love to cause fights. ppl love to hate before they give the other person a chance. some people just don't try to understand. they just see the negative and start bitching abt it and then hold a grudge.

on with the good news!

after abt a year, maybe a lil less,of being homeless (defined as not having a home to really call our own. not fucking living in someone elses house) WE FINALLY HAVE A PLACE OF OUR OWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! BIRDS EVERYWHERE :p (pido: not yet hehehehe)

i realised today that im living the dream i always wanted. ive always wanted a place of my own. a place i can be myself and not have some1 bitching at me for doing something different or making a mess and missing a spot. but now im living it with a family =)

ok i don't remember wat you all know, so let me summarize: last January or income was lost and we had to figure out wat we were going to do. in April we figured out i was pregnant and i freaked out lol. so, we managed to stay in our apt until may 15th. then we stayed in a trailer at our friend David n Anita's house. then we had to leave there so we went down south to see Michael's family and ask them. that didn't work out well, we stayed in a hotel a couple days and then Michael was talking to his aunt and she offered us to stay at her house. but she lived in Texas. so we went back up and stayed at my moms house for abt 3 weeks until a big argument broke out n we had to leave. we were able to stay at David n Anita's house again for like 3 days, until we had our travel means figured out. we wanted to fly but had to take grey hound (omgg my ass hurt so bad, my tail bone was sprained from getting hit by a car). so we stayed in Amarillo tx for abt 4 months. Michael got a job at Walmart and i was enrolled in school. i had Zephaniah, our son, in fort worth tx (i'll explain why later. just ask me) and shortly after that we came back to cali because we felt like our aunt was asking too much money from us. another big argument. so! were back. we stayed in different hotels off and on, stayed at my friends house, stayed at his brothers house. and right when we thought we were going to be on the street a GOD BLESSED US with awesome landlords and apt =D so now i can do the dishes when i have time and no one to fucking bitch! and now we have internet! and are slowly getting our stuff unpacked. and zephy has his own roommmm. yayayayayayayya ok this journal is too long so thats why im stopping lol. ttyl