To wrap up the first month of 2017, I thought I’d roundup the troops and pull out my favourite posts. Maybe you missed out on them? Maybe you hated them? Maybe you visited the Blog more than once just to re-read em’ again?! But, Whatever you did, loveuxx
Before the new year kicked in I had put my foot down (umm. I’m paralyzed. diccck! I can’t do that!) but, I did tell myself that 2017 is my year to make shit happen, to change things, to have no excuses which means - NO CHOICE is my only option. Unless, I choose “same” results where nothing changes. And I’m not about that! I want changes, I want “different” results!
& that’s why this guy below, made not only the title of the post but a mention in it as well. This my loves, is just the first of my four favourite (no particular order btw!) posts of January, 2017.
If you don’t know who this man is, then we can’t be friends & I’m not sorry about that either! (oh dear, but my mind keeps going back to the song; “Pussy, Money, Weed” haha! because he’s ^ mentioned in that too! Plus, I love that song!! Lil Wayne is a hotbitch!) …
ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! My head is out of the gutter now!... kind of, ha!
ANYWAY – this post made it to my favs. list because for me it has personal value! It is all about Resolutions & how I’m trying to approach them from a different plan of attack. Especially since being the Queen of resolution failure year after year. Albert Einstein comes into play here with his wise words (Quote above). & instead of seeing them as “resolutions”, I’m looking at them as motivation, dedication, inspiration and calling it “My 2017”. But, like, go see for yourself.
So now, we’re at my next fav.
>> FUCK ONCE-UPON-A-TIME! <<
There’s someone out there for everyone. Although, I was never one who believed in that. Thought it was all just fairy-dust & fluffy clouds. I had prepared myself to be singleton forever…and I was OK with that…but was I, really? Thought I’d never find someone to love & be with me, for ME.
But then… she came along & I wanted you all to meet her and know our story! Go read it, it’s another favourite of mine for the month of Jan, 2017!
READY… SET… GO!!!
Wow! Third one already! then down to one more! Speaking of three, HERE IS THE THIRD :)
As you all know, I LOVE LOVE LOVEEE to write! It’s my passion. It helps me to release everything. & I just love fucking around with word play! I always have my fingers dipped into a million different pies, so when it comes to writing I have a few little side projects & hobbies I am currently loving and in the process of working on.
Which brings me to this post & why I just had to blog about it ASAP!! I have a pen-friend you guys and she’s just awesome!!! If you haven’t read about it all yet, OMG! What are you waiting for & if you have then, MATE! GO READ IT AGAIN ^,^
For a long time, I sat and observed. I observed the world, people, society, the communities etc. I mean, I had so much times on my hands, I could do, just that. & when it came to the “Dating, the hook ups’, the one night stands etc.” convo’s, I would find myself secretly turning into some kind of awkward turtle. I hated those convo’s. I felt left out. I never wanted to involve myself or talk about any of it. & I think that was because, I wasn’t experiencing any of it like my friends & family were. I felt almost embarrassed.
So silly! Because now, HERE I AM! Blogging and giving you guys FIVE of my own personal opinions about why NOBODY WANTED TO DATE THE GIRL IN THE WHEELCHAIR.
This made my favs. of the month because I LOVE that I’m genuinely becoming more & more confident and opening up and talking about this stuff.
NAAAAWWWW!!! & that is all my loves! Hope you enjoyed this post. I had fun going back and choosing my favs!
This month has been good to me. Even though my views/traffic/followers haven't been high, it doesn't bother me atm, because I'm still being consistent, still enjoying the experience & enjoying building my empire from scratch, blind-folded :)
See! Told ya’s it’s been a good month for me & my little baby hehe!
How’s January treated you? I’d love to hear all about it :)
AHHHHH! We really are done now, :( sad, right!? Don’t worry! I’m going to do these kinds of posts at the end of every month!
So it’s BYE BYE JANUARY! & I can’t waaaaait to share FEBRUARY with all of you! It’s gona’ fucking ROCCCKKKKK!!!!
Stay safe, Keep smiling! XX
Remember the days where, your play list would be put on a cassette tape? You couldn’t “scroll through them, like we can today. Song’s and Artists were written on the back Songs would be recorded off your favourite radio station or off another tape?
Shazam wasn’t even a twinkling thought, neither was YouTube & Google was probably just a day dream. So, you’d need to know your shit because chances are, you'll never hear that one song again. And if that wasn’t enough, don’t forget the push buttons (yep, actual “buttons” you push guys, WOW) for Rewind, Fast forward, Pause, Stop, Play AND Record.
Do todays’ generation even know what I’m talking about, up there ^^
FAST – FORWARD, because hi, hey, HELLO! 2017 over here! Yaknow, where there’s copious amounts of options to get your little mitts on any song ya want.
So, I thought I’d try something a little different for my blog. I’m gona’ do a “My Play-List of the Month” post nearing the end of. – because I’m sure we all have those “go-to” songs to get us through shit or just in general! I know I do (duhhh! Otherwise this post wouldn’t exist) it’s been a crazyyyyy start to 2017 already! How has yours been so far?
Music is magic ♪♫, it can do things to me, like - calms, super excites, motivates me OR it can hit every emotion I have and fuck me over. so that’s lovely, ha!
OH. and dancing around in underwear with your music up LOUD AS FUCK is always the best as well, right!? - because that’s what I have read somewhere online? (I’m almost positive, one of my favs / one of my reasons I wanted to start blogging, wrote about it somewhere on her site >> over here << she’s GALADARLING & she fucking rocks!!!). Can’t say I’ve done it myself, sorry. Though, I’d imagine it would be fun!
Me, though? I like to grab the closest thing to me and use it as a microphone (auto correct kept trying to make it “microwave”, prick of a thing!), lip sync the words but with extreme & intense passion as if I’m the singer, like actual singer – BUT only in front of Bae ❤, PDA is not appropriate in this case.
I don’t have an “organized” play list either, so genres vary. I can go from hard out “gangster” to the beautiful sound of Stevie Nicks – but she’s not on this month’s list, so that wasn’t a good example. You get it though, right!? I also LOVE naming my lists ha ha! naughty ones are the best ^,^ mine is called; "Eargasms"
ANYWAY – here’s my Play-List of the month on my YouTube page.
This months’ list is a bunch of oldies & newbies mixed together. I love remembering old songs that I use to thrash! Not everyone’s cup of coffee and that’s okay, because it’s MINE, ha!
I usually have the UE MEGA up LOUD asf. it’s rare if I let a song play through, I change songs minutes, even seconds into it OR I’ll fall inlove with one song and have it on REPEAT. Ohhh boyyy! It’s a bloody fun time, although, I don’t think the neighbours would agree.
What’s your go – to songs or play list this month? I’d love to hear all about yours :)
Stay safe, Keep smiling! XX
I ate sheep guts for dinner. Yaknow, tripe, offal, the yuck shit from inside a sheep…YUP! I ate that for dinner! It was SO fucking delicious, but that’s not what this blog post is about! Maybe the next one? Or for a future post. Just, not this one.
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OH. And I can’t forget this one – I booked my Dad a bus ticket online early in the week, last week for Saturday (21/01/17) for Gisborne to Hamilton, right?
Received the confirmation email, double checked that everything was all correct and legit… Mums cell rings on the morning of, and it’s my Dad; “Did the ticket get booked for today because my names not on the list” – FUCK MY CUNTING LIFE, MATE!!!
-_- I checked email, again…. Yeaaah, I booked the ticket for sure… but for the fucking 19th of JAN.
…only Kylie aye! …ONLY Kylie! – it’s OKAY though, I turned into the Flash and re-booked with FIVE MINUTES to spare. This post almost didn’t happen though, because I felt like the biggest idiot & the world needed to set itself on fire! OR. Just set me on fire. Because, why wouldn’t you want to do that to me right now?!
ANYWAY. Today’s not an ideal day for setting shit on fire, otherwise I can’t get this fucking blog post out!
Just note it somewhere, anywhere though (as a precaution) – DON’T GET KYLIE TO BOOK YOUR SHIT ONLINE FOR YOU, fuck ALSO, DON’T LET KYLIE ORDER KOREAN FOOD FOR YOU ON THE PHONE EITHER!!! You’re likely to end up with 100 dumplings & a bus ticket that existed 2 days early :/
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RIGHT. The actual reason we’re here!!
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while now. But, by now you’ll all know that I’m a fucking procrastinator & I’ll get there when I get there!
OH. & btw – this is about MY thoughts, experiences, opinions, beliefs, story etc. the what, where’s & why’s!? and I’m finally here to share it all with ya’s!
I’ve always loved art and creativity, so it was inevitable that I ended up with a body covered like a canvas! The addiction hasn’t always been there. The obsession, the craving, the need & the wants were non-existent. The thought of drawing on my skin never actually appealed to me. It wasn’t until I hit my teens and I started evolving, I wouldn’t call it “changing” – I like evolving better! Because, I hadn’t changed, I was still me, but a more “risk-taking”, “you only live once” (uhh! I’ve lived twice now MATE, ha!) me.
There were no influences that triggered the want for my first tattoo. With me, I’m an all or nothing kinda’ bitch ^,^, meaning – once I’ve decided something, then my mind is set! I have absolutely no balance.
I was fifteen when my world went from virgin skin to an inked-up junkie. I wanted to learn it, live it, breathe it!... I think at the time though, I was a little pin cushion! I lived for the pain of the needles! Uhh, NO bitch! Not drugs either. Fuck! what do you think I am?! It was all about the PIERCINGS, mate! I had stabbed one million needles in my face... Well, maybe not one million! I just said that cause’ it sounded badass and sometimes, I can exaggerate a little… (uhh, I’m a girl – we do that!) But I did have a lot of piercings at that point of my life. – but this isn’t about piercings so I’ll save that for another post.
Where was I? …ohh yes! My first tattoo! That’s when I discovered my inner tattooed nerd-self!! That’s also when, I discovered, there are or can be so many inner-assholes out in our world when it comes to the Tattoo culture – WAIT! We’re not at that part yet.
SO - I won’t insert a pic of my virgin-skin breaker yet! I’ll save it for the gallery. Let me say though; - I went batshit crazy and just wanted more & more! I was like Vampire that craved blood! I didn’t care who tatted me. I just wanted MORE. Get it? I wanted more!!! – because, it really was love at first sight for tatts & me.
And being such an impulsive, excessive, NOW type of person – I did just that! I got MORE. After the first one, the rest followed and I lost count.
I can’t & I’m not speaking for everyone else. But, for me, I believe my body is my canvas and I’m my own little, real life art gallery. Each of my tattoos tell a different adventure. They hold different memories. Some have meanings’, others don’t. They’ve allowed me to meet so many people along the way, from all walks of life and I could share bits & pieces of my journey with them, whether they’ve been the artists’ or complete strangers! I don’t mind sharing if you’re not a total asshole. xo
NOW. Speaking of assholes, I guess I’ll get this part out of the way.
I don’t believe it’s that necessary to have SO MUCH negative reactions towards the ink or the people that are carrying it. But we live in a world where, I guess we have to take the good with the bad.
With that being said; Just know, as much as I welcome & appreciate all feedback/criticism/stares/glares etc. I’m not one to sit back and not respond. So, if whoever is throwing rocks, can appreciate my responses back, we’ll be OKAY. – I am so rocking an evil smirk right now! Muahaha ^,^
Don’t get me wrong, like, I know tattoos are not for everyone but are the negs. necessary? – of course they are, right?! I guess the negs helped towards my no fucks given attitude, it’s great!
Sometimes though, instead of stereo-typing, judging, starring, assuming etc. take time to either, do some research, ask the person about their canvas’ or just remind yourself that it’s “each to their own”. There are so many misconceptions about the whole tattoo world & the people in it!
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*She must be a thug-bitch, look at her covered in all of that shit – Uhh, what even is a “thug-bitch”?! I’m a 30yr old adult, thank you very fucking much! & as for the “shit I’m covered in”, that is ART. Those are pieces of MY life, bitch.
*I hope she knows how intimidating and scary those tattoos make her look! – Well, I hope you know how much more fucking AMAZING I look with them! Ha!
*I bet she’s a bad & dangerous bitch, only those kinds of people do that to their skin – MATE. I can’t even hurt or kill a spider & I hateeee the bastards but I’ll feel guilty if I try anything! FUCK. I can’t even watch the animal channel on TV, I’ll cry – because that’s real “bad & dangerous” huh. Dicccckkk!
*No one will hire you with the amount of tattoos you have! – Okay, that’s fine! I would never work for anyone that based hiring someone on their tattoos. Simple as that! Glad I’m a Blogger & don’t have to deal with dumb shit like that!
*No one can or will trust her, look at her! those tattoos scream out; TROUBLE!! – haha. Well, you can’t trust me to book the correct bus ticket or order the right number of dumplings, I know that much! But my tatts didn’t cause those disasters, KYLIE did. ME, yaknow, the “person”. Not my tattoos!
*Stares & glares?! – uhhh, I can see you looking at me, yaknow! You’re not invisible and I’m not blind nor am I a disease or fucking contagious, I PROMISE! I’m still human!
*Those tattoos are SO ugly, not even done properly! Why would you get that or let someone with next to no experience put something “permanent” on your skin!? – because why wouldn’t I?? just tell yourself; “lucky she’s wearing them & not me”, before I tell you in a less polite way :) hehe.
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Being subjected to this kind of behaviour over the years, at first made me feel a little insecure but that soon passed and I became immune to it all and I guess that’s when my no – fucks – given attitude came into play! A person shouldn’t be defined by the art one chooses to carry on one’s own skin!
ALRIGHT. I’m done, and I’m bored with that shit up there now ^^^. I could go on forever, but mehhh! If you’re not willing to approach the matter from a different angle by educating yourself or asking or trying to have an open-mind then mehhh! What you think of me is your business not mine!
… BACK TO MORE IMPORTANT THINGS?!
There is SO MUCH history behind the Tattoo Culture. Not even I, have spent the time to sit down and soak in as much of it as I should. Honestly though, some of what I do know, I love! I love the stories that don’t make our social media feeds. The ones that take me back to the different places and times, and I get to experience it with them, even if it’s only through word-of-mouth. It makes it even more interesting & intriguing to hear about.
As much as I love & respect the history of it all, I’m all for the movement. I’m always looking, thinking, searching for new designs and ideas for my next seven thousand tattoos to add to my gallery! Future plans are to fill as much, if not all of my body-canvas with ink! I’m obsessed. I’m an addict. I’m a self-proclaimed tattooed-nerd & I have absolutely no regrets!
Instead, you’d find out that they actually enrich my life even more with excitement, happiness, imagination and much, much more! Each one, old & new becomes a permanent memory, story or adventure that I get to carry with me forever. Unless of course, I chose to get them laser removed – but, why would I? don’t be silly.
I thought I’d treat you all to a stroll through some of my art gallery. I wana give you a more in-depth look & understanding into some of my who’s, where’s, why’s, what’s etc. – because, why not?
FIRST EVER TATTOO – it has no meaning, apart from it being my “first”, so I guess that’s a meaning? Uh, it was searched online, a design was found but altered, copied & mirrored, pieced together by the chick at the shop, annnnnddd BOOM!, done! Because, why does there “have – to – be” a meaning or reason?! OHHH and! Nope, the lining work in that should NOT be 3D (it’s been 15yrs now). apparently, the tattooist went too deep. I’ve actually, never looked for confirmation of that, BUT it wouldn’t surprise me… I didn’t learn from that either -_-, you’ll see what I mean as you read further on!
Those who know me, know I am a fucking Fairy-lover! What better way to express my love for em' than to get a huge piece tattooed onto my back :). This was done by Howard, again. This ones isn't 3D though so yaay!
Oh lordy, lord! This is on the left-side of my chest - She's not completed because I couldn't handle the fucking unbelievable pain it came with! haha! honestly felt like my neck-bone was being drilled into, nonstop. Thanks Howard, ya traumatized me. OH, btw - she'd 3D as well... again though, did I learn? uhhh, nope.
Haha! SO. I get mocked like hell about this little beauty. Obvi. it's my last name. I let my little cousin do it. As ugly as it is (according to people), I love it for the mere-fact that my cousin did it. It's one of my choices I made that for me was just another adventure, another memory. I let him do it at his Dads, in their man-cave (you can only imagine that environment) with ONE glove and we only had household detergent for cleansing. - woohooo! because hygiene obviously wasn't at the top of my list that night haha!
With this arm comes a mix of people that I allowed to tattoo me! Two are my cousins (one, who is now such an incredible tattooist/artist >> check his work out here << & the other who is also an amazing artist). Another one in the mix isn't a cousin but is a good friend, I was gona' link her work but she's for a different post! & the other person I let tattoo me is actually a farmer that had no experience AT ALL & ended up making my fairy look like a cock-in-a-frock :/ MAATEE!! At the time of getting tatted, my besty wanted her nickname on me, voiiilaaa! DONE! (Nemmy)
Umm. My inner wrist & yup, safe to say - I can't remember what these symbols mean but I hope like fuck they are something cool haha!
Once upon a time, I let my friend tattoo me & I fell asleep and snored. God, I'm so classy haha!
Friend & Cousin had another turn on my skin! Puzzle piece & "K" with devil+angel wings (good & bad, yaknow) lol
I fell inlove with these lyrics - "Injecting lies while fires burn, the devil's heart, with angel's word". Thanks Pantera!
This is one of my fav. tatts! & Yes! I have "CUNT" tattooed on my arm. It wasn't actually planned at first, then I thought fuck it! I'll give people a reason to react since that's what some do! I traveled all the way back to Gisborne to get this done at >> 7th Rose Tattoo Company <<
My amazing cousin did this for me as a cover-up! I fucking loveeeee it!!! My Masked face tatt. it's so pretty!
My most recent tatt. done, last year in April for my birthday. My cousin did it (TEASR), so inlove with it! It holds meaning & memory! The clock arms are a representation of the date of my accident and the crack/break, represents my injury. So - the date of my injury.
My Ta Moko. This beautiful piece was done by the VERY talented, highly requested, most humble man - Mark Kopua.
Yes, yes I am! ^^
Now, that wasn't all of them & I'm nowhere near filling my gallery completely YET! But I'll get there!
I love every single one of my tatts’. Whether they’re crappy quality, or amazing professional quality, looks like scribbles, aren’t up to anyone else’s standards, faded, unrecognizable or WHATEVER! – I don’t care! I love them! THEY’RE MINE. It’s my body. MY SKIN, MY CHOICE!!!
Stay happy, Keep smiling! X
MY personal opinions WHY I THINK NOBODY DATED THE GIRL IN THE WHEELCHAIR AND WHAT THEY MISSED OUT ON!
This post topic made me both anxious and giggle when it came to doing it! Contemplated SO MANY ways & ideas on how I wanted to do this post. Funny thing is, this is NOT even remotely close to what I wanted or where I was going in the first place with it. Yet, this feels, like, right, yaknow!?
Anyone that’s been a loyal reader or knows me on a personal level knows that I am an open book & I’m not gona’ lie or sugar-coat shit about anything! Because why would I?
OH! & just incase you missed what this post is about, let me refresh that shit! – “5 REASONS WHY I (personal opinion) THINK NOBODY DATED THE GIRL IN THE WHEELCHAIR AND WHAT THEY MISSED OUT ON!” ahhhhh! Thank god for copy & paste.
SOOOO!!…let’s get straight to the knitty-gritties! & talk about the uncomfortable, awkward stuff :)
I’m just gona say it out loud (Because I can! Because I have a one too! And because this is my post) – THE WHEELCHAIR.
For some reason. It felt like the chair was almost, alienating and it was as if, somehow, ya girl became contagious the day they gave her a chair on wheels, right?
WRONG! & due to the ignorance of it all, you missed out on all the perks that come with her and her chair – free teddies from cops, front seat passes to sports games or concerts. OH shit! Plus hanging out with a really cool bitch, ha!
& don’t forget – THE DISABILITY.
When you hear the words “disabled” or “disability”, what are your thoughts? And then throw “dating” or “hook up” or even “relationships” into the mix, now how do you feel or think? Would you go there? Be honest!
The reason I’m asking is because in some ways, it’s almost like, ya girl became less human or unattractive due to the “disability”.
Well, guess what!? Fuck you! A disability or a wheelchair DOES NOT define a person and it most definitely doesn’t define the relationship. I get it though, it’s been a world of “taught biases” over the years where, people with disabilities are to be avoided at all costs, or are “different” – umm HELLO! Aren’t we all different??! Imagine if we all avoided each other due to being “different”. So stupid.
But. If “avoiding at all costs”, how much are we talking? ;) may as well make some $$ off chumps.
ANYWAY, you missed out on: A girl with so much love & affection to give. A world of open-ness & loyalty. A wicked personality. Free & special parking (only when she’s in the vehicle with you at the time). #yourlossNOThers
Over the years, there’s been so many – ASSUMPTIONS.
“She can’t feel”, “She can’t have sex”, “She can’t move this or that”, “She can’t do this or that”, “She talk or understand, I thought she was brain damaged?!”
One must never assume things! Makes you look like an ass. & because of assumptions, a girl won’t correct you. It’s not hard to ASK rather than conjure shit up. Nothing more annoying.
So, because of your assumptions, you missed out on: Finding out some TRUE facts about her. The “things” she actually can do. How much she doesn’t shut up. Her intelligence. Her bombass….#!?%$ - you’ll just never know now!
She’s not a super-model – THE BODY IMAGE.
Her insecurities were at an all time high and she was just as insecure as the next girl about her body and the “image” it was projecting out to those who could see her! I’m talking, the typical spinal – belly, her closed-in fingers, her regular spasms, her clothing, her curly, frizzy hair, her over-sized shoes.
The list could go on!
You missed out on: Seeing beyond all of that because ya girl let her low self-esteem be in control.
Didn’t you want to be a – SUPER HERO?
Hells teeth! We can’t let a wheelchair or a disability ruin your “image”, can’t have you worried about what others think, in case you’re mocked or teased huh! – because your shitty, close-minded attitude doesn’t do that for you on its’ own, right?!
We, humans are strange creatures. It’s a shame that some of us go for “looks” over “personality” or a person’s “qualities”.
You missed out on: Being a Super-Hero. People of the public would’ve seen you with her and thought you’re a fucking “Super-Hero” mate! – because dating a wheelchair user…does that. But you'll never know because you didn't date the girl in the wheelchair!
Stay happy, Keep smiling! X
aarrrggghhhh!! SO. This post almost didn’t happen. It’s SUPER fucking late though. Well and truly past its’ meant-to-be scheduled time – which, is irritating the shit out of me right now! I’ve been doing so well with consistency lately!
Today though, today has been, what feels like the longest, dragging day in the world. I’m guessing it felt like that because I had to take my Rivotril drops this morning due to spasms -_-, bye bye human Kylie and HELLO zombie Kylie! & then Kate didn’t read her book that I had custom made for her straight away, the prick, which made me sad. Add some HANGRY in the mix and holy shit, ya got yourself a poison ready to explode! – the stupid muggy heat doesn’t help either.
BUT. Then this happened. . .
& now food has been ordered, so I'm happy! and wifey (yup, we’re not on first name bases anymore) will pick it up in 30mins. Woohoooo! But I’m not here to blog about any of my “today’s shananigans” or her & I (well, her & I are involved but we’re not main-topic, yaknow!?)
BACK ON TRACK . . .BACK ON TRACK!!!
This is a tracing of a hand. But it’s not just a tracing of the hand. It’s the tracing of a hand that has seen and been many places, touched many things that none of us could ever imagine, hurt and been hurt in a million different fucked up scenario’s, yet loved with the tightest, most gentle holds. This hand has so much love to give.
This hand has made many mistakes. This hand has had to protect herself in more ways than we could comprehend. This hand has been used to help herself escape the awfulness of her realities, in more ways than one. This hand has caught a fuckload of her tears.
This is not just a drawing of a hand. This is a hand that has never ending stories to tell, & probably a thousand hidden ones that will never be told. This is a hand that has had an abundance of sadness. It is the hand that has been through a life of on & off turmoil, yet it is the hand that held hands with two beautiful souls that could once hear her heart beat from the inside.
This is a tracing of a hand that craves for a second chance, that craves to be loved. This is the hand that writes letters to me from a Prison in Texas, USA, who has now become a very good friend.
OMG OMG! I JUST HAD AN IMPOSTER!!! Sitting here, minding my own business and then I caught a glance of, what looked like SPIDER LEGS :|, on the top of my laptop lid!! FUCK! I know right! I fucking died!!!! I moved FAR away from said laptop! Kate had to cut her toilet time short and come save me.
BUT! I told her not to kill the imposter… *squishhh* DEAD :| , maaaatee!!!
Btw. It wasn’t a spider! It was a grasshopper :/ fucking alien things!
ANYWAY - Back on track!...AGAIN omg!
Did you know you can write to prisoners overseas? Like, a complete stranger? AND you can find them ONLINE!? Wtf! #blesstheinterweb! All kinds of cool shit can be found online. Also, you can be really specific about who you want to correspond with – Gender, Crime, Age, Ethnicity, Religion, Interests etc. Cool asf. right?! FUCK YES!
When I was introduced to it all, straight away I was on the hunt for a Murderer or someone on Death row or some kind of fucked up psychopath – because that’s what we all look for in life, right?
I had no luck in any of those departments though, dammit! #LifeStruggles
I gave up looking for a while. Kate carried on writing to hers, like she has done for the last 9 months, then one day she told me “D” (her Pen-friend) had said in her letter that her Cell mate wanted to write to me. FUCK YES! I jumped (not literally, I’m disabled, Geez! Don’t be so rude! ^,^) at the opportunity to write her. I mean, she wasn’t a moiderer or psychopath, but to my surprise, I didn’t care!
Having a Pen-friend to write too, that’s from another country is exciting enough! BUT, to have one that is in prison intrigues me. Maybe it’s because I haven’t lived or seen life from the way they have? Maybe it’s because we live on the C.I channel? Maybe it’s because I’m nosey? – because, I’ll be honest, I’m so nosey lol I like to ask the shit that everyone’s thinking but never says, yaknow?! I don’t know? But for whatever reason, this prisoner writing shit has me excited! And if it helps or gives her something to look forward to whilst being inside, then I am all for it! Plus - I love the new, found friendship!
We write regularly, sometimes it takes me longer than it should because I fuck around and again QUEEN OF PROCRASTINATION – I’m ya girrrlll!
We talk about everything! I tell her about my life as well as NZ & she’ll do the same about America. She has one million photos of all kinds of beautifuls! From different places in our country to lots of nature (our country is so pretty), our fur babies, ducks and weeping willow trees (they’re Tamra’s favs!), & of course ourselves – ha ha selfies wasn’t my favourite but whatevs.
Conversations are endless. & for me, I don’t even think of her as a “Prisoner” anymore. She’s just a person with a past that is trying to break free from it all, who has become a really good friend! We even have skype or FB video calling dates in the plans once she’s home, HA! we’re just a bit excited about that.
I feel kind of honoured in some ways really, because she has dug, deep into her past and pulled out some of her darkest demons & moments to share with me. At the end of the day none of us shit glitter, we are all people & we all bleed the same colour!
I will continue to keep writing to Tamra, share & swap stories, parts of our lives, shits & giggles, interests, photos, books, art, music, vulnerable moments & whatever else we want! The world is our oyster, doesn’t matter about the situation or circumstances, it’s how we choose to respond to what the universe throws at us!
I don’t know about everyone else, but I choose to GRAB IT BY THE BALLS and LIVE...the way I want. And I’m pretty sure, I can hear Tamra saying; FUCK YEAHHHH!!! In her Texan accent.
When we finally do meet in virtual reality, our worlds will collide, be the same yet completely different. & she’ll be on the other end sipping on her beer with her amazing and loving Girlfriend that she plans on finding! She will be happy and her life will be filled with the peace and the love that she has longed for! & she will be free.
Be open-minded before you judge. That’s all I’m saying.
Stay happy, Keep smiling! X
P.S – remember I spoke about ordering dinner?!... I’ll just leave this here – because, FML! $86.00, MAAATEEE!!!