And I am back after having a really terrible thursday. I just happened to lose my silver cigarette case of a wallet somewhere as I was forcing myself to the gym on Thursday. I consider it fate that I should not have gone. Luckily, the wallet is found and everything else awfully terrible going on seems to dimmed itself down past being on my radar again. I'll just take that as a sign of no troubles and continue to move on.

Now that I'm freshly awake with my nice cup of coffee and a crisp morning in which i REFUSE to go out it right now barring some socks or shoes, I will not be any time soon. I like the fact that I claimed a room to my own. I know have an office with two bookshelfs, a nice desk, and more windows than i could imagine having over the course of places I have lived. Only one box apartment I lived in had grand windows of any type. They were two floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom, which sometimes scary considering it was relatively close to a college road people sped down and once someone drove through the iron fence and just short of hit the building next to mine. I also now have my chair in it.
A very long time ago I lived alone, with nothing. For 35 dollars, my parents bought me a mattress,box spring, 3 seater couch with a chair, a glass table with two chairs, and two side tables. I have all these pieces to this day. The only thing that I could not keep with me at all times was the chair. I loved the chair and the couch, but alas they need an update. They haven't gone bad in terms of cushioning or comfort, although I'm sad to say I think once some college boy may have peed on the cushion. His current wife is so proud and adoring of him and I'm sad to say he hasn't changed from his bedwetting phase. That's what happens when alcoholism occurs in college. Anyways, a 4 years ago the chair would not fit in with my last roommate and I's plethora of things. My aunt just had a house built with minimal things in it, and considering i had a room, she told me to leave it there for her, and I could have it whenever. Knowing, that no one related to me shall ever see this blog, unless told so I can officially say this.  Now that I CAN fit it in to this house, I chose to take it back. Why? Besides that I've always wanted it back and its the perfect starter for my refurbishing ways......Someone put a burn mark in the side of it. I'm appalled. I've grown up with smoking my entire life. It's a terrible habit my mother has. But never, and I mean NEVER has she put a burn hole of any sort in her furniture. My sister, well, my sister is an entirely different story and considering I'll always love and hate her, I can't fault her for her younger years of destruction. But explain to me how, in a house of a non-smoker, a kidney transplant, a snowbird that is only here 3-4 months at a time, my chair gets a burn mark? Because the other aunt that loves to disown me so whenever she pleases, smokes in that house and did this. So without causing a fight, or calling out that she has been smoking in the house behind others backs, I yanked the chair. Actually, My mother yanked it and brought it to me last night. She's so thoughtful :).
I'll say it. I've become prude and boring as the years go by. I think manners are dying and people are all going to hell. I think kids should dress respectfully and shouldn't drink in front of their parents.  I think cursing makes you look whitetrash and you'll never win a proper argument dropping the F bomb. I love pearls and think they make every outfit look classic and charming with a set of heels. But I also like being covered in tattoos and only showing them when I'm feeling rockabilly at times. I like the idea of shaving my head and rocking a hot little short piece. But I still won't get over the fact that even the closest people to you choose to walk, manipulate and ruin things of yours. It happens. I'll put my bixing gloves down. I'm ripping the fabric off anyway and my dear smoking aunt still has her year of grieving right? Even if she loves to tell me and my brothers off for no apparent reason. I'd be lost without the love of my life either.
There will be days I write a novel and days I don't. I have a feeling today will be a multiple post day. Weird, right?

~Mis. Fit.