Let the funny begin!

So, I recently discovered my innate ability to find some of the most hilarious shit on the internet. This blog will no longer just be an outlet for random thoughts, but an outlet for everything. Let us begin, shall we?

What else are friends for?
http://www.damnlol.com/is-in-a-relationship-88.html

Go big or go home.
http://www.damnlol.com/a-little-out-of-his-league-92.html

I love Twilight more than most. But fuck.
http://www.damnlol.com/how-edward-has-his-tea-102.html

Lesbians love monkeys. This one is MINE!
http://www.damnlol.com/worlds-first-snowboarding-monkey-113.html

Fair argument.
http://www.damnlol.com/never-realized-this-before-121.html

Damn right!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcM0DPH2bNo&list=PLC424969A3CCA11FF&index=6

The only way that glass of iced tea is a medium is if it can TALK TO THE DEAD!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q10vn5JXyvY&feature=related

Classic.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2xVZiGOw-o&list=PLC424969A3CCA11FF&index=23

Solitary.

I like having my own little blog. I can keep up with my thoughts much faster when I type instead of writing it all down in a notebook. Another fabulous drunken night here at home... and I don't mean me. Surrounded by insanity...with no where else to go. I have had to deal with this nonsense my entire life. Been kidnapped because of it... among other things. Keeping connection with Lisa really is the only thing keeping me sane. She means more to me than anything.

I thought things had somewhat changed... By now I really should know better. A leopard never changes its spots. That was said about me a long time ago.. 

Depending on myself is the only thing I have ever really been able to count on. I am my own best friend and my own worst critic. When people tell me what they don't like about me... I start to see it in myself. Now I have to be my own cheerleader. Nobody else will ever love me the way I can. Everyone else just sees the bad in me. I've decided to not let anyone in anymore. Just gets me hurt. My walls are up for just about everyone except Lisa. Which is semi-ironic.

Lots of trust issues and confidence issues to work on. Long road ahead of me... and I'm pretty excited to see where it takes me. I always take the road less traveled by. 

Lookin at old old old blog posts...

This on was from Feb. 18th 2008

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl. She was happy, and it didn't take much at all to keep her that way. She only saw the good in life, and never let the world's cruelty come near her doorstep. But time had begun to wear down the steel walls of her safety. These walls, the only thing that had ever truely belonged to her, were cracking, and huge pieces began to fall on the ground. She scrambled as quickly as she could to put the pieces back, but the walls were crumbling faster than she could work. Larger pieces began to fall, some hitting her on the way down. All she could do was try to get out of the way. Eventually, all the walls of her safe little home were nothing but rubble, with her lying in the middle, covered in dust and debris. The girl tried to call for help, but her cries fell upon deaf ears. She could feel her life slowly starting to fade, and she began crying out of desperation. She had no hope left. With the energy she had left she looked up at the sky towards the sun, hoping she could feel it on her face for the last time. As her life flashed before her eyes, she remembered how happy she once was, and wondered why this happened to her. As she recalled her most beautiful memories, she slowly faded away, with a smile on her face.

Hmm. I always find myself full circle somehow. 

Late nights. Cigarettes. Confessions.

Hello all!


So the name of my blog is cheesy. I'm talking sharp cheddar here. <3

My name is Heather, I am 24 years old. I have been blogging on and off since my early teen years...which consisted of mostly hormonal and illogical ramblings of how terrible my life was at the time. I love helping people...and the sense of community that comes with blogging. 

I came out of the closet in 2009. Thanks to a beautiful woman by the name of Lisa, I am free to be true to my soul. Ripping me out of my shell isn't usually an easy task, and I commend her for sticking with it. We had our ups and downs to say the least...


I smoke waaaaayyy too much. Almost as much as I think. Why do people hide from themselves? Facing the truth in the mirror may sometimes feel like you are staring death in the face, but it needs to be done to truly understand why you feel the way you do and who you would like to become. It takes solid commitment.. and it is easy to fall off track. I was a cutter at one point. Extremely depressed. Life experience has taught me that connecting with someone through their darkest fears is one of the strongest chains one person can have to another. This waves of this life get pretty rough, and it's nice to have someone out in the water next to you taking wave after wave. I understand that society has its sneaky little way of conditioning people into believing different scenarios as far as right, wrong, love, hate...etc. Find what you believe. Find what is honest in your heart regardless of what ANYONE says...and run with it. Run like a cheetah..lady balls flying in the wind. Ha. 


I also don't understand the motivation for people constantly lying to and betraying others. Its as if humanity has de-evolved into this... man eats man, survival of the one who steps all over the little people kind of society. Get ahead by dragging others behind. Selfishness dominates the most basic of human instincts at this point. Yes, you are important, but you are certainly not the only person that exists in this world, so quit acting like its you above all else. If you were meant to simply look out for yourself and screw over anyone that gets in your way, the population of the earth would be only you. Just a thought. 

There is always "Truth" ... behind "Just Kidding"
A little "Emotion" ... behind "I Don't Care"
There is always a little "Pain" ... behind "It's OK"
A little "I Need You" ... behind "Leave Me Alone"
And a lot of "Words" ... behind "Silence" ... 



Off to drink some tea, listen to some Tool and make sweet sweet love to my bed.