Sunday Afternoon

I struggle each and everyday with whats going to happen in the future. Today is Sunday and so far so good. I had gotten good sleep but had a little fight about not telling him everything I bought when I bought it. I never told him the whole story because when I began to explain the 1st purchase out of 7 he freaked out with the crazy tone; so I stopped while I was ahead and din't mention the others. Anyways that argument died out and we are just doing our own thing right now he acknowledges me and attempts t make me laugh. Its going good for now. I want to clean my room a little but I had left the trash bags in his black Toyota Celica. Its hot outside and the AC is blowing invade our stuffy bubbles of space.

How to Keep Going

Strive to be who they are
Shooting higher then themselves to reach thier star
Even if theres a hurdle they just keeps improving
Nothing stops them they just keeps moving
Journey is what count not the destination , its the I love yous, hellos, and goodbyes,
The laughs, scares, gurrs, and cries.

What I am surrounded with using some of my senses

I am surrounded by love and clutter. Against my walls and in the walk ways are clothes clothes shoes snd clothes. Somewhere amingst the corner lies the TV on my white wicker dresser. I am covered in bed sheets that are a year past their due datevto gobto the dry cleaners but not quite dirty yet. A bed a use for everything home and office because it takes up 55% including an out of date desktop on each side of it. There in a 15 pound 1and a half year old Lab/Mut puppy, so adorable sleeping on my half as indian style positioned legs! So beautiful and delicate! My boyfriend playing video games religiously. Macaroni half eaten and being devoured separatically, as I write. I am surrounded a mix of the Real Housewives of New Jersey on bravo Tv and the vigorous clicking on the mouse with a dash of typing a keyboard everyonce in a while. I am surrounded by one smell in particular that comforts me and makes me feel at home in my own studio apartment. It smells like my pumkin spiced world wick, a hint of spice but the rest I cannot depict cursed by sensation adaptation.