1. August Lull - catfish, security threats
2. September Plans
3. B-Day Videos, 6 edited, drop box, etc
4. New Monitor Goal
5. Dukes! Dukes! Dukes?
Happy Hump Day! And Happy end of August!
Sorry for the lull the last few weeks, I was just getting things in order and then had a bit of a security threat in mid August. I was notified by a hand full of people that someone has been stealing my photos and using them on tinder. I still haven't been able to get this person removed but my initial fear was that it was a personal and malicious attack because a friend who lives near me was matched with this catfish. I thought, oh shit, who ever is doing this is near by and maybe knows me. But later we found out that it's using some sort of bot and will show up on your tinder pretty much anywhere. But obvs with a human moderator, if you remember me chasing them for a few days every time they changed their instagram name lol.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Monday, August 8, 2016
Life Sucks...
I just got back from the convenient store and had to take one of those stress shits.
You know, cos your stomach has been in knots and you couldn't finish your lunch and your waiting for the slowest, most terrifying 1960's elevator and now you gotta poop so bad and you drop your keys and your phone falls out of your backpack when you reach down to get them. You know, you're about to shit your pants and everything hurts and you said something mean to the boy you like yesterday and you just got off the phone with your accountant and you're terrified of checking the mail because that's where the evil bills live. It's okay though cos your were actually able to buy cigarettes because the most perfectly timed referral check came in and you've got half a bottle of vodka and the rest of your lunch in the fridge. But you still need to poop so bad. Your holding two 2-liters and a pack of smokes and juggling keys and a backpack and your phone and your dark thoughts and deep fears of the unknown and your future and your family and things you care about and people you forgot to call back. You know, you're like sweating and confused because life sucks and everything is terrible and people are mean and you hate yourself cos sometimes you're a dick, but you're also really excited and motivated because God is good and friends are magical little butterflies and the sun is shinning and you're kinda claustrophobic and elevators are terrifying, especially this one, but you're proud of yourself for facing it daily, and you have at least that tiny illusion of control over your life. Love is still true, you don't have to figure everything out today, you're strong and you're worthy, there will be a tomorrow, and all the mantras hanging on your fridge are great and you've kept it pretty positive and real, you just have to clench your ass long enough to get inside and get to your toilet. Your stomach hurts and stress sucks but you haven't had an ulcer in years and everything is going to be okay and oh god how long is this elevator going to take... you know? One of those stress shits.
I ran in my house and dropped everything on the floor. I need a fucking cigarette and I chugged my coffee so I could carry the rest of this crap home and I just really want to poop. I tripped over the cat trying to get my shorts unbuttoned quickly and dove ass first toward my tiny pink toilet...
I forgot to get toilet paper.
Life sucks, it really really fucking sucks. You just gotta tell it where and how hard.
You know, cos your stomach has been in knots and you couldn't finish your lunch and your waiting for the slowest, most terrifying 1960's elevator and now you gotta poop so bad and you drop your keys and your phone falls out of your backpack when you reach down to get them. You know, you're about to shit your pants and everything hurts and you said something mean to the boy you like yesterday and you just got off the phone with your accountant and you're terrified of checking the mail because that's where the evil bills live. It's okay though cos your were actually able to buy cigarettes because the most perfectly timed referral check came in and you've got half a bottle of vodka and the rest of your lunch in the fridge. But you still need to poop so bad. Your holding two 2-liters and a pack of smokes and juggling keys and a backpack and your phone and your dark thoughts and deep fears of the unknown and your future and your family and things you care about and people you forgot to call back. You know, you're like sweating and confused because life sucks and everything is terrible and people are mean and you hate yourself cos sometimes you're a dick, but you're also really excited and motivated because God is good and friends are magical little butterflies and the sun is shinning and you're kinda claustrophobic and elevators are terrifying, especially this one, but you're proud of yourself for facing it daily, and you have at least that tiny illusion of control over your life. Love is still true, you don't have to figure everything out today, you're strong and you're worthy, there will be a tomorrow, and all the mantras hanging on your fridge are great and you've kept it pretty positive and real, you just have to clench your ass long enough to get inside and get to your toilet. Your stomach hurts and stress sucks but you haven't had an ulcer in years and everything is going to be okay and oh god how long is this elevator going to take... you know? One of those stress shits.
I ran in my house and dropped everything on the floor. I need a fucking cigarette and I chugged my coffee so I could carry the rest of this crap home and I just really want to poop. I tripped over the cat trying to get my shorts unbuttoned quickly and dove ass first toward my tiny pink toilet...
I forgot to get toilet paper.
Life sucks, it really really fucking sucks. You just gotta tell it where and how hard.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
The great AFK of 2016: It's not you, it's me...
Here we are, one year and one month from my last post, again. I'm really neglecting this thing, huh? I realized it was time for me to scoot into gear and get back on the blogging after a long conversation with one of my fans-turned friend yesterday. I realize that my absence affects you guys but sometimes I forget just how much, and how negatively, my AFK status can be on you. Especially those of you I have had the honor to form close friendships with. So allow me to apologize once again and hopefully clear up some questions you may or may not have.
I'm not mad at you. I'm not trying to ghost out. Also, I'm okay and not rocking back and forth in the fetal position with crippling anxiety. Since moving here about two years ago, lots of crazy things have happened in my AFK life. Some things you know about, and some I cannot share in order to protect my secret identity, lol. There have been a few huge and life changing changes (thesaurus anyone?) that have taken place, namely last summer leading up to basement Zoe and crazy cranky sad Zoe. I'm working on ways to release details to you guys without threatening the brand and community we have built over the last 3 and a half years together. Allow me to reiterate, IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME!
I'm not mad at you. I'm not trying to ghost out. Also, I'm okay and not rocking back and forth in the fetal position with crippling anxiety. Since moving here about two years ago, lots of crazy things have happened in my AFK life. Some things you know about, and some I cannot share in order to protect my secret identity, lol. There have been a few huge and life changing changes (thesaurus anyone?) that have taken place, namely last summer leading up to basement Zoe and crazy cranky sad Zoe. I'm working on ways to release details to you guys without threatening the brand and community we have built over the last 3 and a half years together. Allow me to reiterate, IT'S NOT YOU, IT'S ME!
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