GUILT FREE PLEASURE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

MY favorite color is sparkle. ( and pink )

Yeah, you read that right. I love sparkle, and don’t tell me that sparkle isn’t a color, because I already know that. I’m trying to make a point. I like things that sparkle. And it´s my blog so I can write whatever I want. HA!!
People who feel the need to make fun of what other people love, believing that their preferences are superior, are saying a lot more about themselves than they are about the things they mock.

IT’S SHITTY TO PASS JUDGMENT ON ANYONE AND/OR MOCK THEM FOR WHAT THEY LOVE.

You know what IS a guilty pleasure for me? Ignoring my job, housework and everything in my real life to snuggle up under a blanket with a glass of wine and watch a movie. Or taking a hot bath with a glas of wine. Or..actually, anything that involves wine works for me and yes, I do sometimes feel guilty about it, even though I really shouldn't.

Guilt is a terrible feeling. Nobody likes it and should only feel it if they have done something that hurts others. It doesn’t hurt anyone for me to like wine on occations or dancing or high heels and make up. I enjoy a good roll in the hay too. But that´s something one should speak quietly about. Why?? When young artists flaunt themselves on youtube and MTV? I personally couldn´t give a single gram of fuck what they do. It´s on them. While the concept of guilt is tattooed into our psyche, further research into the topic finds that there are certain occasions when the guilt-free shag is indeed on the no-guilt sexual menu ...

If you're in a foreign country. (As they say, when in Rome, why not do the Romans?)

If you're a bona fide connoisseur of the booty call. (Rules include no calls before midnight, no sleepovers, no emotions discussed, no "lovemaking" and most importantly: no condom means no sex. Remember that kids.

Just my thoughts on the matter. 

 I never completely ignore any of my responsibilities, although I half ass every last one of them.;)

Fuck them. Fuck anyone, even the people who I love and I know loves me, for taking their ugly, judgy bullshit out on my sparkly good fucking time. 

You heard me – fuck all ya’ll. With a chainsaw. A rusty one. Up your bum.

I do sorta feel bad about telling you to go fuck yourself up the bum with a rusty chainsaw. Not guilty enough to apologize or take it back, but you know…I don’t feel good about it. I don’t experience pleasure in the idea of anyone experiencing anal discomfort and risking tetanus.

Why in the world of ten ton fucks should a person feel guilty about enjoying the sweet things in life.?
Unless you´s a hoe......

The road to hell Is paved with good intentions, yeah

But if I die tonight at least I can say I did what I wanted to do Tell me, how 'bout you?

If you want it You already got it If you thought it It better be what you want

If you feel it It must be real just Say the word.

Have a great Friday....and bless you for reading my fridays ramble. :)

On the top of my wish-list this year.
A MUST have!!!

In the end, does it really matter???

I've just ended a very special relationship. I'm not sure how to handle it at the moment. 
Emotions are running high. Going from feeling a sense of relief to utter panic in a second. 
From wanting to go back to the beginning to knowing how it will end no matter how much I want for it to be different.The feeling of emptiness can be overwhelming at the same time as I know that no matter how much I miss it One of the most rewarding moments in life is when you finally find the courage to let go of what you can’t change.

Looking back, it’s easy to see when a mistake has been made. To regret a choice that seemed like a decent idea at the time. But if we used our best judgement and listen to our hearts, we’re more likely to see that we chose wisely and avoided the deepest most painful of them all, the regret that comes with letting something amazing pass you by.

Facing facts are never a pleasant thing. Realizing it's out of your hands. That I couldn't change the outcome. It's not my fault, I stuck by it. 
There’s a stage you go through in child birth and it’s the toughest part. It’s called the transition stage. You’ve been pushing so hard and so long. You’re exhausted, spent and there’s nothing to show for all of your effort.
Transition is movement. From one part of life to a whole new one. And it can feel like one long, scary, dark tunnel but you have to come out the other side. Because what’s been waiting there, might be glorious........

Lama......I am so stopping by you. 

Get the ink ready mate. 

Dumb ass

For some odd reason my laptop keeps installing shit I don't even know what it is. I'm not on dodgy porno sites or have a click happy finger nor am I down load junkie.
So why does my laptop hate me? I've been nothing but nice to Ms.Sassy.
I even said I'd pimp her with some bling once back home. She is massivly hating on me.

I've been sitting here trying to sort things out with her. I've been talking nicely and pushing all the right buttons ( it's actually called keys, right??) and she still says i have 287 mallicious thingomathings.
I look at it and it pretty much could be in Thai. I do not know what it says. Or what it is.
Should I go ahead and delete it as Malwarebytes so kindly suggest me to do or do I ignore it since I don't know what the fuck Im doing?!

This is what I look like after an hour of trying to find stuff or uninstall or whatever you call it.
Im pretty much ready to throw the laptop out the window and then pour gasoline on it and watch it burn.

Not only does it say Mallicious, it has green bugs to emphisize the threat it imposes on Ms.Sassy. 

Could she implode? Is it like getting Human HIV? Is she dying?

I have slim to none patience for doing this. I try but i fail every time. I sit and with the bestest intentions to make her better. I spend hours going through all kinds of stuff.  

I really think an unreasonable amount of wine would help me sort shit out.
It helped me sort shit out friday night.
Nah...it really didn't but it helped me to deal with it when it was done.
I love wine o'clock. 

I do not want to ask for help as I feel like a dumb ass already.
Thinking I could actually pull this off myself. WHO am I trying to fool.
Well myself obviously.

So if anyone wants to help a girl out within the next few days. Take pity on me feel free to do so.
Think about Ms.Sassy. She is suffering because of My ignorance.
And Im afraid I'll smash her to pieces. As I know my temper is somewhat bad at times.
Luckily it blows over very fast.