Well hello 8 months later.... sheesh.

Hello all. I kind of forgot i had my personal blog. Ive been busy with my jazzy hoe blog that i neglect to update my individual one. I notice i haven't written since October. I suppose you can say A LOT has happened in the past 8 months. Some i don't care to talk about.. some that are positive :) I now reside in the guest house at my grandparents in New Harmony. I like to refer to it as "The Cottage." I am no Longer with Maverik, and am currently looking for work but finding a job in cedar is like finding a needle in a hay stack. Because of financial issues always getting in the way i have yet to attend hair school... which is why i even moved here a year ago. I would still love to learn the trade, and at the same moment my dad has given me some books and I am studying to be a fire inspector. Maybe i can do both one day. Utah is beautiful and is filled with my family and other not too shabby people.. but i don't think it's for me. Vegas wasnt for me either. As soon as I take care of some things i plan on getting outta here and going where ever the wind takes me (of course having a job and place to live lined up first.) I still continue to write all the time. It's my therapy. I can't believe im going to be 25 in October. It's kinda of freaking me out. I was reading some of my very first posts on here and wow its just nuts how much i have changed... and yet how alike i still am, and that was 2 years ago.
..... Some thoughts.... The sky has lost it's color The sun has turned to grey At least that's how it feels to me Whenever you're away I crawl up in the corner As I watch the minutes pass Each one brings me closer to The time you're comin' back I can't take the distance I can't take the miles I can't take the time until I next see you smile I can't take the distance And I'm not ashamed That with every breath I take I'm callin your name But I can't take the distance I still believe my feelings But sometimes I feel too much I make believe you're close to me But it ain't close enough Not nearly close enough I can't take the distance I can't take the miles I can't take the time until I next see you smile I can't take the distance And I'm not ashamed That with every breath I take I'm callin your name I brave fire and I brave rain To be by your side I'd do anything I can't take the distance I will go the distance I will go the miles That's how much you mean to me 'Cause I can't take the distance I can't take these miles I can't take the time until I next see you smile I can't take the distance And I'm not ashamed That with every breath I take I'm calling your name I can't take the distance It's hard to remember As long as you're away When I find solace There's only one way

For entertainment purposes

I have a new creation, that i will most definetly update more because... well. Its much more interesting than my life these days. I have a new blog. SO check it out. There will be updates on the daily if possible... with actual events. I would like to thank my co-conspiritor Jill. Who... her and i will be managing the blog. Check it....
Jazzyhoes.blogspot.com

Thank you,
The assistant the to regional manager

Yes blog world, Im still alive...

I think of the one that I've become. Left blind from the brightness of your Halo. No one shines, like you do. My filthy mouth and broken words. This small disease that leaves me, crawling. Crawling to you. Crawl on the ground for cover, staying close to the dark to keep from falling , from falling. Sold my life to bring the rain, maybe to wash me clean. Sold my soul to stop the pain, hoping you'd set me free .All your fear, all your shame. You know that you can lay it all on me. That you can lay it all on me. I took every chance to lash my tongue. You wore the scabs just like an Angel. There's something about you. Horrible things that I have done. Seems this disease is slowly spreading. Start running, what would you do? I crawl on the ground for cover. Staying out of my mind to keep from dying, from dying. Sold my life to bring the rain, maybe to wash me clean. Sold my soul to stop the pain, hoping you'd set me free. All your fear, all your shame. You know that you can lay it all on me. You know that you can lay it all on me. Would you forget then what I said and how I died inside my head. We're starting over, not pretending that the past is dead. All the pain you'd feel you owned. And times I've should have known. Don't keep it inside, let it out and lay it all on me!

I may not be there yet, but im closer than I was yesterday.

I wanted to put it in writing that I am so happy right now.



so it is documented and written.

Buisness in the front, Party in the back!

Alright SO. My cousins and I always sing this song that I used to love when i was a kid. I had the cassette tape and would play it over and over. I just watched the video... and WOW. I am embarassed by my taste in music when i was a kid. Whats more embarrasing are these mullet freaks singing it. I couldnt stop laughing when i watched this. The mulltes, OR Ape Drape. Beaver Paddle. Bi - Level. Camero Cut. Buisness in the front, Party in the back. Canadian passport. Coupe Longveuil. El-camino. Hockey hair. Kentucky waterfall. Missouri comprimise. Mudflap. Neckwarmer. Ranchero. Shlonc (short + long). Achy-breaky-bad-mistakey. Soccer rocker. Squirrel pelt. Tennessee tophat. Yep-nope. KILL ME. I duno. For some reason whenever i think mullet i think of a fellow with the following: My hobbies are sexual harassment, taking advantage of intoxicated employees at company gatherings, browsing thru kiddie porn on company time, etc. So when i see kids with mullets... thats just wrong. Take a gander at the video. Here is your laugh for the week

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFLsHZlqInQ

Dont be mad... get GLAD! (and not gladware)

So ive decided to post something like one or two times a week that make me giggle. Todays topic... My dad. Rex. I bet alot of you didnt know that he works nights as a drag queen. Dont believe me? See for yourself!!!

To book Rexanne for events and parties please utalize the following to contact his agent.
Phone: 1800-dad-as-drag
Email: Maleidenitycrisis@gmail.com

Looking for an ADVENTURE?

HI! LINDSEY HERE... YOUR ADVENTURE GUIDE! (im talking... excuse me, YELLING.. in the Billy Mays voice.)

Well as most of you may not know... i now reside in the promise land. (Utah) I moved up to go to hair school in June. Im workin graves at the Maverik gas station... which brings me to my next point. When I went into maverik to fill out my paperwork... i saw that my positions title was "Adventure Guide." I immediatly began to laugh inside, like Uncle Sam does everytime he rapes my paycheck of the wages ive rightfully earned. Anyway- im pretty much running the show in Mav at night.. im the only one working. Apparently its "aventures first stop." SO if youre looking to "Live a little" why dont ya stop on by. We can cruise down the candy aisles... get jacked up on mountain dew, and buy random things like a 10 dollar bottle of nyquil, oil, a blatter buster soda at 4AM, paper towlels, and some chew. And another thing... dont try to mess with me! For instance... if you want cash back when you use your debit card.. common sense.. most places only give up to 20 dollars. SO dont come in 2 nights in a row and be creepy... using your debit card for LITTERALLY a 27 cent piece of gum, and when i ask you if you want cash back... proceed to tell me, "Yes. One thousand dollars please." C'mon now. Be a little bit more clever than that. People wonder why I dont have a boyfriend... its cause you continually prove to me your lack of brain cells ceases to exist... if you want to pick up on a girl.. show her you have more than 27 cents in your bank account. In conclusion... i would like to reiterate the phrase that pays in my life.. "THE FREAKS COME OUT AT NIGHT."

More updates to come, for this I am sure. :)