HOLY SHIT. And some other deep and thoughtful things...less of that though

I really, Really, REAAAAALY am going to buy this for boyfriend for Christmas.

I'm kind of glad he doesn't read my blog, nor care about it, granted half of it is about him and all the things he does that either makes me laugh, or pisses me off.  Or does something retarded. I dont know. But I sometimes wish he would read my blog to get a better understanding of my feelings and emotions. What ever. Maybe I can convince him to read it. Small hints dont work, yelling might. 

So, here is my deep and thoughtful part of my blog that makes all you want to throw up. I love Boyfriend. I dont know if he feels the same. I would like to know...except for those few times he's said it and it really caught me off guard. Or drunk, but you say dumb shit drunk. But, as time goes on here in this horrible place, I get doubts. "He's leaving. He's going to leave me, I'm going to be alone. All this time, emotion and effort I put into this relationship was for nothing." Those are my thoughts that go on in my head, which in turn scares me. I've always been able to leave people with no feeling, those walls I built up, I have started taking down for him. Maybe he does feel the same way about me, but I need to hear it because I can not keep tearing myself apart with these thoughts and getting angry, or pissed at him with no reason given to him why I want to chew on his face.  I wish he would read this, expressing my emotions verbally is hard, words and text flow easier than having to choke back emotion to tell someone how I feel. 

Now that thats over..... Christmas is soon. I get to go home for two weeks. I get my medical board started on the 30th of Nov, which is awesome because that means I'll be getting my ass outta here. 

Some art I found.

While trolling and lurking on Suicide Girls and plotting my next deviant adventure, I stumbled across a beautiful woman named Phoenix Suicide. Upon further inspection I found that she does art work. Now, we all know that Faith loves artwork of all types of mediums. So she had to inspect further. Upon clicking a little link I found more of her art work. Now here's my shameless plug of her art.

She sells them for $30. 

The Fox is adorable

Except this one, its done on wood and is $800. 

I would like to encourage everyone to buy her art, but unfortunately you need an SG Account to see the rest of these prints. No I'm not telling you to buy a SUB just to look at her art, this is just me showing an amazing talent. I on the other hand will be purchasing some of her art. Mostly because I have a thing for female faces and eyes, and she captures these things perfectly. Also I have a thing for adorable foxes. DONT JUDGE ME.

Boyfriend, Ninja's, My Humor.....its a long list...and turkey

Any ways, Most of you who know me, know my humor is strange. And my way of thinking is questionable at best. Well it has come as no surprise that my boyfriend is lost when it comes to my humor, Shenanigans, and other delightful ways you word fun things. I forgive him, because no one can be as awesome as I am.

IE: My Ninja Outfit. Do not get. 

I digress. My humor is pretty much lost on everyone asides from those who are closest to me. And at times, I use visual humor, because funny pictures make me laugh. Either way, Boyfriend likes to assume all jokes need a punchline. No. NO I say, they do not.  

This makes me laugh. Probably because it's pokemon.

NEEDLESS TO SAY, IT MAKES ME GIGGLE. THEREFORE, IN MY MIND. IT IS FUNNY. I dont know how to make him see the light of my horrifying humor, let alone understand. I can only think, and rationalize that a lobotomy would be good for him. But sadly that is too much work for me, and I abhor hard work.  I am lazy. On that note, we have probably one of the most retarded conversations in the history of human dating. 

Me: Hey, Boyfriend. 

Boyfriend: Yeah?

Me: You know what would be cool?

Boyfriend: What? 

Me: If our company had a pet Eagle.

Boyfriend: No. That sounds like a horrible idea. Also, if it were plausible where the fuck would you get an eagle?

Me: *on phone googeling "rent an Eagle" services* Um, I was going to rent one

Boyfriend: That makes no sense

Me: Sure it does, I could pay a man to loan us an eagle and we would keep it in the Cadre office

Boyfriend: No. And it sounds expensive

Me: *still looking for services to rent eagles*

Boyfriend: Did you find any?

Me: Um...No they don't put eagles on loan

Boyfriend: Even they know its a horrible idea

Me: It's a great idea. YOU ARE RUINING MY HOPES AND DREAMS

Boyfriend: Now you are being irrational.

Me: You are being irrational. 

Boyfriend: That doesn't make sense. 

Me: You don't make sense

It goes on from there and most likely devolves into growling and throwing things on my part. But come on, A pet Eagle? BAD ASS. 

Anyways, I'm done with this blog

Next time: Fancy Whataburger Ketchup