harlequin haberdashery

Sorry loyal followers from neglecting my duties of distracting you from your obligations. Cheyanne's computer is dead for the third time this year. It's on it's last legs and i don't know if anything will save it.

Sigh. I had plans to come to the school library and post pictures and just dump and gush on my life as it is at this very moment. But then i got here and it is so empty, due to the break, that my brain can't even function. Even with these cubicle walls acting as blinders i cannot hold onto a thought. Luckily i wrote down some of what i wanted to accomplish down but the little internetty things that i was really after have slipped my mind.

Christmas is around the corner and i have yet to buy Cheyanne a present. I want it to be thoughtful I want it to be Useful and i want it most importantly to be awesome. Really i should hold off all together but the best friend in my says " hey you agreed to buy her a tattoo and you know what she would really like a surprise too" So here i was scouring Etsy for the perfect piece of creepy, morbid and/or macabre thing possible. But to no avail.
Perhaps a trip to the local antique store is in order. There are so many in this town it's overwhelming and yet the one i want to go to is never open. I wish to show you dear readers. Filled to the brim with everything imaginable. The floors are warped into alarming puddles from the dampness of the town but also from sheer mass that sits atop the weathered boards.

DISCLAIMER: ANY PERSONS NAMED SHANE CURRY SHOULD NOT CONTINUE ON. GO SMOKE A CIGARETTE OR TAKE A WALK YOU ARE DONE READING THIS BLOG.

In recent news my love life is making a comeback of sorts. Maybe not at all but let us be hopeful for my non-spinster future. My dream man has been MIA for over a year now after he finished an album that was 10 years in the making. Mind you he's only 26 but has been trying to write and record a full length album for just that long. To record the album he put his life on hold moved back in with his parents and quit his job. Like emerging from a bomb shelter he saw nothing left of his life and became a hermit.

Ask and you shall receive dear readers. I requested a Christmas album via text expecting no response as usual but this was just the thing to catch his attention. in only two short days following this he recorded my favorite guilty pleasure Christmas tune "last Christmas"

It stands only second to "all i want for christmas is you" but after not having any contact with this dear man i wasn't just going to jump right into anything. That being said i have already invited to take a small vacation down here to catch up! subtly is not my forte. And so our relationship is rekindled at least on this side of the fence. And a visit from only man i will ever love entirely is in my future followed shortly by the spilling of my gut full of feelings for him, a feelings baby if you will, and then shortly proceded by a brief ceremony and the rest of our lives together.....


sigh. if only it were so. I've spent the past year coming to terms with all possible outcomes. Good and bad and the neutral. Do you ever reach a point where not knowing is unbearable and you just want to face your problem head on and plan accordingly? I was there 8 months ago.


Cheers