two seconds (don’t be a shellfish)

today was a really good day, better than i’ve had in a while except for the last part which blew chunks. wah. it’s because i got my expectations too high. expectations are often not fun. lead to disappointments on occasion.

i look like an idiot.
i’m trying to figure out which clothes i want or don’t want.
i am not sure i really like either this shirt or this vest.
if i ultimately don’t like something, should i really be keeping it?
i know i have too many clothes.
in fact, i threw two items of clothing away today.
then i am faced with the dilemma of should i throw them away or save them for some possible future use like a skirt i don’t like could double as a cape, a table cloth, a pillow case, a quilt, stuffing for some other made object. the list goes on and on and never ever ends which is why i am a hoarder.
my aunt (dad’s sis) painted that barn painting, btw.

this pic’s not bad.
sometimes it is hard to capture ones own essence well by doing selfies.
so many factors come into play.
and other people probably see it all differently than the main person who is doing it. like, you know, in this case we’re talking about ME myself and EYE.

kinda cool stencils.
i guess.
no, yeah.
they are.

even if i am having a horrible day or am in a really bad mood i still care about photographing interesting graffiti.
it seems important to me.
that’s a good thing, in my book.
i’m never too mad to appreciate art.
i’ll be like, “EFF YOU MOFO!!! …(oh! look at that art deco window! how beautiful) get the hell out of my life!!”
warning, next picture is scary:

see? this is an indoor mini golf black light scary place.
my daughter was like, uh… no thanks.
and leslie, don’t get any ideas in your head about how i should give you warnings in the future about the truly scary pics… the ones of MY FACE!
see? i don’t even NEED you hater trolls!
i can be my own hater troll!
in fact, every insult you’ve ever thrown at me has been anticipated by me.
warning: the next photo is scary a s well

no makeup.
no filter.
yeah right
it’s called over-exposure. google it.
jk, i am really just being snarky.
i ain’t all that and a bag of chips.
i ain’t artsier than you.

you don’t even want to know where i saw this.
a holistic health spa, i’ll leave it at that.
i instagrammed it but this shot is better.
you have to think ahead if you are wanting to put a shot on instagram and shoot extra stuff into the frame knowing you’ll crop it later.

i am losing weight but i’m not all the way finished.
partly because i haven’t been getting daily cardio or even cardio ever, really.
this was like a scouts inspired ensemble i came up with.

i curled my hair the other day, which i’ve fallen out of the habit of doing… and what happens? it rains. BOOM. curls fall.
good thing i at least captured them in a photo.
inspiration to try again.

blowing bubbles.
i got this shirt at walmart five years ago.
never liked it much hardly ever wear it hard to throw it away tho because i keep thinking once my stomach is flat (read: never)
it will be okay to wear shirts that make me look pregnant.
blah!
who ever dreamed up empire waist anything?
am i caught up on photos? no! that will basically never happen.


That particular insult did not even occur to me, sorry.
Is there anything not superficial going on in your life? Hair, face, makeup, clothes, weight…
I write about more personal things in my real journal or talk to people I know about the real stuff