It Only Comes Once a Year

I love the holidays.

And this day only comes around once every year.

Black Friday

23 Saturday Night Live Black Friday(2 min)

(I tried so hard to get the video to show here and not just the link,

You have to watch it. It's pretty funny and

seriously I feel like half the stores/deals are almost this ridiculous...

Only you SNL, only you)

No. I'm actually a little upset.

I feel like all the attention for Thanksgiving 

isn't even for Thanksgiving, but the day after.

Don't get me wrong I do love the awesome deals,

aggressive sprinting for the last flat screen,

and the crazed look that has glazed over everyone's eyes at 4 in the morning!

It's just too bad that Thanksgiving isn't really for Thanksgiving....

Ok Honest truth

I'm only being bitter because I have to work 5:30am Black Friday....

BOOOOO!

Haha well I hope everyone has had an Awesome Thanksgiving

and please don't get trampled tomorrow/in a few hours.

As for me I have a 14 hour work day(laaame) so I'm off to bed.

Egg Therapy

So I've had a few hours to cool down from my previous post this morning.

FYI: the later I stay up the more I think and fester on subjects and become uncensored.

I'm glad I said what I did though,

It's how I feel and it helped me cope.

Anyway. I have the best of friends. Yesterday I went over to my

lovely friend Jess' and we made dinner, played Super Mario on the Wii,

and watched a movie, it was a terrific Sunday.

Today though... Today I had egg therapy.

My dear friend Rob, came to pick me up and 

get me out of my sulking mood.

I told him that I didn't have the gusto to get out and go

He so kindly replied,

"Jessie, get your ass ready! We are going! How is that for gusto?"

A little harsh.

He then sugar coated it and said please.

He came to pick me up 

and we made a pit stop for eggs and chocolate milk

(because chocolate milk is delicious)

We then proceeded to drive up to Scout Mountain.

Here we find a gate and a railing.

We then began to release our fiery and rage.

Who knew that an egg would bring such pleasure? 

It's silly how small things can make you feel so much better.

Thanks Rob!

Oh we each had our own carton of eggs :)

OOP! I Feel a Rant Session Approaching.... You Were Warned.

Okay... Here is my vent/ rant

for everything that has happened these last 2 months.

(And all other previous years, since I'm being honest)

I'm so sick getting by with "ehh yeah, good, well, better."

NO.

I deserve the best.

Not trying to say that I'm really, super amazing, but I am.

If you haven't heard, I'm Kind of a big deal.

Like a really nice car, I'm in mint condition.

(Yeah I'm comparing myself to a car just so the men... "man-boys" can understand...

you're welcome)

1. I've been around the block a few times

2. I have a few cosmetic detail errors,

3. Other than that, I'm a freaking dream.

Detailed Translation:

1. I know what's going on around me

Sometimes I just act like I don't know what's happening

I pretend to be oblivious, so I can just sit and observe people.

This way I can better tell what makes them tick.

I'm not psychic, but I can anticipate things that are going to happen.

I'm extremely intuitive.

2. I have my flaws, you don't need to tell me

or anyone else... trust me,

 I Know what they are.

Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I donno, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car.

-Michael Scott, The Office

(I love The Office, So yes this quote was pertinent)

3. If these small things can't be overlooked,

you will never see my potential.

I'm amazing and deserve so much better than what I have received.

... Su pérdida, vous perdez.

Sounds better in Spanish and French.

I'm done though. So... 

Your Loss.

I feel like I need to end with something ganster-ish....

PEACE OUT!

Ha I'm not good at that so have a great night/morning! :)

Fix It With a Kiss

Remember growing up between the ages 2-7 (ish)

It didn't matter when, where, or what, if you were in trouble, there were your parents.

Always there to make sense and stay calm of any traumatic experience that a 4 year old could possibly experience. 

It's the middle of the night, you wake up in a hot sweat.

Screaming for help because some other-worldly, monstrous, beast has been chasing you.

Luckily there's dad to say, "It's okay, it's only a dream."

He strokes your hair Kisses your head.

There he stays by the side of the bed until you've fallen back asleep.

You're outside with made-up games

They become real. It's fun, exhilarating, adventurous:

Hiking up the side of an active volcano.

Flying through the clouds, racing against time.

Cutting through vines in the deep of the Amazon.

The volcano erupts, you turn to run, but fall and scrape your knee.

The clouds are too thick, impairing your vision, you bash into the side of a plane.

Unaware of the dangers of the jungle, you head right into a thick patch of thorns.

Seriously injured, no where to go and completely stunned, what do you do?

Run.

Run to mom who's baking in the kitchen, 

Harboring a magic power in her lips.

There.

Simple as that, 

She kisses your life threatening wound.

Magic.

You are instantly healed,

 Back to your courageous adventures.

When you are at that precious age, everything can be mended.

Fixed with a kiss.

All of life's problems fade away with a simple touch of the lips to your head,

your knee, elbow, cheek.

Wherever the infected area is, your parents gently press their mouths upon it,

Instantly you are healed.

You reach a certain age where kisses are no longer Magic.

For a while they are gross, even meaningless.

You will and have tried to wipe them away so you look cool (secretly you did like it)

And once again you are in a stage where you want to be kissed.

Preferably from someone outside of the family.

It's shows that people who don't have to like you, do.

Now. Now you are here.

Wishing for that simple age where you can Fix it with a Kiss.

Where all of these insane issues, you never thought you would have to endure, 

could be easily solved; kissed away.

A kiss is now reassuring, empowering, and enduring.

Where did growing up ever become popular? I'll never know.

What I wouldn't give to have my problems fixed with a kiss.

There are times when it happens and for a brief moment, 

ever so small, but present

I feel my troubles being fixed with magic.

My monsters are conquered,

Injured knees, now healed,

Searing pain melted away.

My dreams become unhindered.

Moments later I feel better. Refreshed.

I have the strength to go on and be strong like I know I can be.

I'm not the only one searching for this Mystical power.

If only we were 4 again.

Our only problems: How to get out of nap time?

and

How close are Mom and Dad when I need their Magic powers?

Sometimes we need help,

A little reassurance,

Even trusted guidance.

A simple fix 

With the sweetest press of a Kiss. 

Fear

Fear is a funny thing...

It can keep you from doing stupid, reckless things that you know you will regret either in the morning or in a year from now.  You can fear the consequences of your actions and words by censoring what you do; afraid you might lose or upset someone.

Fear can also hold you back in life

Like that neurotic kid who lives a few doors from you who has all of those paralyzing phobias of 1. Leaving the house taking in a big breath of fresh air and inhaling a butter fly, resulting in death 2. Being completely terrified of the sun and global warming and doesn't want to be exposed, so he uses excessive amounts of sunscreen and protection to prevent cancer and 3. He's just plum frightened to leave the house because he knows that the government has been monitoring him and his whereabouts and are just waiting across the road in that black SUV ready to take him down at the first opportunity... You know just normal phobias.

Now I know what you're thinking "What? Jessie is not afraid of anything!" 

Thank you for being so confident in my fearless ways. I appreciate it.

Ready for the shocker.... I am terrified of only a few things, surprisingly ;)

Gratefully it's none of the fears mentioned above... well except for the first one... and the third, definitely the third. Alright and maybe a little of the second as well.

Haha okay I'm not crAzy, not like poor Timmy down the road.

My list of fears from Least Important to Most Important:

1. Mascots- Don't know what it is but they freak me out, you don't know who's inside and they never talk to you.. Is the person mute? Don't just stare at me with that creepy giant head and say NOthing!

2.Spiders- a wise man once said (I think it was Bill Engvall) Nothing on this planet needs eight legs. I agree 100%.  Plus I don't like getting bit or chased by them...Ugh!

3. Lifetime of Loneliness- What if I never get married and live alone my whole life known as the crazy cat lady with imaginary cats (not an animal fan, but I am starting to like dogs).

4.Scrutinizing Eyes- Sometimes I feel like everyone is staring at me thinking something awful. That's just crazy though, they don't know me and what could they possibly have to say?

5. The Dark- Not so much the dark as what's hiding in the dark that I can't see... I am completely terrified of being left alone in the dark.

6. Haunted Houses- I seriously love the rush of getting scared. But there are haunted houses that I think about from years ago the still send shivers up and down my back. They are also the perfect place to commit a murder... No one would even know it was happening ( have a great Halloween by the way!)

7. Standing Still- Every once in a while I feel like everyone around me is moving forward in life making all of this awesome progression and I'm stuck back at the starting line, in a child safety restraint that's tethered to a a giant weight and I can't get it released.

8. Rejection- What if I open my heart up to someone and I get scoffed at? I get used, taken for granted, then tossed to the side not needed at all.

9. Relationships- Everything about this scares me. I'm definitely more afraid of one working out than not.  Commitment terrifies me.  I want to be in one, but I'm afraid that they'll get bored with me and leave, it's happened before, it could happen again.  Plus I never want to get married and have my husband cheat on me  or divorce me, I've seen it happen to others and I can't handle something like that happening to me, at least I don't think so.

Welcome to my little list of fears and insecurities.

Everyone has them.

Like I said, Fear can help you to be smart and self-preserved, 

But can keep you from progressing in life if you let it overrun your mind.

Just remember a dash of fear can be helpful, 

but don't end up like Little Timmy from down the street. 

He's now 40 and never leaves the house because of his crazy conspiracy theories on the government. 

Don't be a Little Timmy.

One Day...

One day we'll be together

One day I'll give you hug

One day you'll say you love me

And one day you'll never leave.

It's so hard to miss someone you've never met 

 Yet every day so easy to forget.

Tonight is especially hard... I'm not sure why?

I sit here and cry when I should be happy.

Happy to know you loved me so much,

Happy to have three wonderful mothers.

Happy to be where I am today, 

Knowing I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Feeling so connected to someone I've never met, nor seen.

Not knowing is the worst part though.

Not knowing if I'll ever see you,

Not knowing If I can ever thank you.

Ever give you a hug.

Tell you I love you for what you've done.

I wish you were here to give me a hug.

Say you love me.

How proud you are of me.

Bask in my small, yet defined triumphs, that have made me who I am.

Lend me your shoulder and your tears

 While we share past heartaches,

Trials, and fears.

I shouldn't be complaining, some people only have one.

How lucky am I to have been blessed with two more?

Two mothers whom I can see often.

I love them quite dearly.

But It's the one I haven't met that I often ache to see.

Do I have your nose,

Your laugh,

Your ears,

Your bright eyes?

Or even your ridiculous trait to over-analyze every little detail in life? :)

(Maybe that one's just me)

One day...

I'll find my way back to your arms.

The same ones that held me 20 years ago.

The arms I pain for on the toughest of nights.

The ones that I need for reassurance.

Until then, your poems will suffice,

And the dreams of you will make due.

For now, I

Think of you, more than I need.

Pray for you, not nearly enough.

Miss you, way too much.

Love you, more than you know.

One day... One day we'll meet. 

My Birth-mother's Poem (one of the two) she wrote for me

May 31, 1992 -3 days after I was born:

Saying Good-bye

How can I say Good-bye, 

to someone as perfect as you?

You're so small and fragile,

Yet as strong as a baby can be.

Your skin so tan and silky,

Your forehead long and flat, 

Your little nose with its little dots,

And tiny rash on its tip.

Oh what cute little cheeks you have, 

How puffy they seem to be.

That deep, deep blue your eyes set off

Just stops my beating heart.

The way you suck on your bottom lip,

Making your top lip over-lap.

What innocence your face portrays 

as silently, and peacefully you nap.

How can I say Good-bye to you, 

After nine months of loving care?

Oh, how can I say Good-bye to you,

My Daughter, my Angel, my Love.

There's A Lot of F's In My F-f-future!

Some strange Phenomena has taken place in my life causing me to use words starting with the letter F or the F sound.

FWhat is going on?!!? 

(ok, that one was intentional)

Seriously though, I'm starting to think I may marry a Francisco, Fredric, or even a Francis.

Now I'm just being ridiculous.

Let's back this up a couple of weeks and I can prove that I'm not making this up and that "Ffff's" are slowly overtaking my vocabulary.

-I just stopped for like a half a second to think and I can feel my heartbeat pulsating like crazy in my neck/throat like a Frog's neck does...yeah, half amphibian. Still think I'm off my rocker? Nope!

Back on track now...

Lately I have been so Happy!

Even if my day has been crappy, I've been FANtasitic! 

Let me clarify, there is a difference between being Fantastic and being FANtastic.

Now I know you are thinking, "Well duh.... She just capitalized and made the word bold, of course it's different."

I'm over stressing the 'Fan' in the word and saying the entire word with more conviction, so yeah it's different.

When you are fantastic you are only has good as your day, if something bad happens it can effect your mood.  Don't get me wrong though, you can still be happy but in your mind it bothers you, just like a tiny rock in your shoe.

But when you are FANtastic, your mood is way better than your day is going. My days haven't been perfect, in fact no where near it. I've been feeling so wonderful that my days have been pretty dang close to perfection.

For the most part I'm usually in a pretty good mood and if not I put a smile on and try to make it a great day.  I haven't had to do that for the last Four weeks... I've been Fabulous... actually I've been

FanFreakingTastic!

Better yet, I've been happy with me; It's been a Very long time since that has happened.

I don't know why it's taken so long, but I'm not letting this feeling pass me by ever again.

I love it, embrace it, look Forward to it!

Now you are thinking, what are you doing that's making you so happy?

Excellent question my friends

It's the Simple things in Life!

Seriously though... it is.

1. Not to try and sound all churchy (ok kind of) I've been saying my prayers so much more than what I was and that has changed so much in my life.
2. I've also quite listening to the same sad break-up playlist that I've been listening to for 3 months... :) 
3. When I wake up I'm instantly with a smile on my face saying to myself "Here goes another one for the books. Smile and be happy Gee-Dang-It!
4. I've tried to say something nice or give a genuine compliment whenever I talk to somebody (it can be hard but then you get creative, i.e. Oh hey, Nice torso! I'm obviously kidding, but now I'm really going to use that one).
5. This last one has been a little more challenging. In my head I think physical touch is great and an amazing way to communicate whether you are flirting, talking, consoling, embracing, or being intimate. But outwardly I am so awkward with it. So yes, I try and give at least one hug a day or be kind of touchy (handshake, flirty punch, stuff like that). 

I know for a lot of people this last one might seem silly in a way- I like to blame my parents for me not being hugged enough as a child- But this is something that has always affected me. In every relationship I've ever been in it has been an inner conflict with myself to try and display my affection.

Well... that's my fabulously Fantastic routine lately, and I'm doing just Marvelous!

Labor Day Weekend Adventures

The best weekend had asked for my accompaniment and I graciously embraced it!

I got to visit some Awesome friends in Jerome, (I'm trying to get them to move back to Pocatello, which is a hell hole some days, even Idaho Falls would be great... I miss them dearly!)

we went to dinner and gabbed and gossiped like most women into the late hours of the night.

Before I left I got a start to grow my very own plant from Kayla's very own Joshie, so in honor of Joshie I have named mine Little JJ (Joshie Junior)! 

Yeee!!! I'm so happy and look how cute we are together!

One day Little JJ will make his own sprouts just like Joshie...

But for now He'll be in this jar until he gets some roots!

It's been decided that it I can keep him alive I will be able to do anything! ... Hopefully, 

Wish us luck.  I'm not too worried though mainly, because I am super caring, very reliable, would do anything for anyone or thing that I love- I love Little JJ.

(Ok I'm just really trying to talk myself up right now, he could actually... die, curse me for saying that and don't tell Little JJ, he would be devastated. I"m really going to do my best though and I'll post pictures of us doing fun things!

(Thanks Kayla, I will think of you whenever I look at Little JJ)

My weekend doesn't stop there though! Yesterday I went to Old Town on a "Jess Date" with

The Dame With Who Shares My Name!

(It's Jess... I just wanted to sound cool and rhyme and what not)

Anyway we went to antique and consignment shops, where I got the cutest dress ever that she pulled for me, at the Cynthia Louise Boutique, to try on and it was only 18 bucks! Cute and cheap, that about sums me up... not that I'm cheap, because I'm not. I just like a good deal for cute clothes.

Just to be clear I am no Trollup.

After we were done shopping we went to Renae's Rolls and got dinner and some delicious ice cream. 

Our dinner was sinfully good and I'm so going back. All of their food is homemade and they sell Reed's Dairy ice cream... Which until light of recent events, I discovered that it is quite scrumptious!

On our walk back to my apartment we had to pass through the tunnel where an Old Bum nearly raped us! 

(Not really, but it could have happened!)

We handled it like champs though....  Well I was oblivious.  

I was talking on my phone and Jess kept walking super fast and looking over her shoulder. Turned out after he passed us he turned around and was following us until Brother Lee (from the Institute) rode through on his bike... Good thing I said my prayers that morning!

We safely made it to my apartment and then drove over to hers, where we watched Hunger Games and ate our delicious food! 

I had a wonderful weekend!

*Did anyone else cry in the Hunger Games? Why do I ask? Oh no reason, I certainly did NOT cry like a baby periodically through the movie or anything that's for sure...

The Curse of an Uncensored Mouth

To say the least, I've been dreading this day for well over a month.

In all honesty, I really do wear my emotions on my sleeves.

Ecstatic, you know it. Sad, where's that smile? Mad... Looookout! Flustered, what's with the waterworks?

Needless to say, if I'm not my chipper self, you can tell with just a glance.

I'm the world's worst liar, but I have told some of the best lies.

It all started with a text message to celebrate a birthday with dinner and friends.

I knew he would be there and my heart beat with anticipation; a memorable sensation that had overcome me every time that we would spend a day together, talk on the phone, go in for a kiss...

I loved him.

I didn't know what would happen, it had been a month and a half since we last talked. Last been in each other's presence. I was slowly gaining back what small amount of sanity I owned.

I knew I was going to cry, of course! I'm a girl, it's what we do... It's what I do. That's me when something happens that I don't understand or like.

I walked through the door longing to see him, praying he wasn't there, hoping all along that he was.

I glanced up and sure enough there he sat, charming as ever.  I was instantly sweating like a snowman in July. He was the sun and I was fully aware of our close proximity. I knew by the end of the evening I was going to be one mess of a puddle.  This could be problematic.

What is happening? Why is my mouth moving so fast? Oh great, I've started rambling.

Rambling (verb.)- In the act of Ranting not only does the person (Jessie) start talking fast, but also in complete ridiculousness. In extreme cases she may get very loud, have a deep boisterous laugh, and be completely unbearable.  

Yep, word vomit knows its way through my mouth all too well. There I was burning through conversation. Where was my filter? If I hadn't known myself any better I would have thought someone slipped something in my drink. That couldn't have been true though, our waitress loved me. 

After all, wouldn't you if I accused you of calling all the men at our table Mr. Pimps and then offering to be your "bottom bitch."

( I clearly watch way too much South Park and have a hearing problem.)

 Our waitress had asked the guys (because they had sodas) if they would like some more Mr. Pip's. That's the name of the soda at BWW.

Minus the fact that I was looking as hot as hell, I did not play it cool at all, at least my mouth didn't. Where's a bar of soap when you need one?

It was a fun night, I now know that I clearly need a muzzle in public, I'd get less stares from that than when I talk. When I'm nervous all mouth/mind censors are nonexistent.  I don't know what I'm saying, when I'm saying it, or what's coming next.

It was pure torture being a seat away and having the wind waft his all too familiar scent of cologne right in my line of inhalation. So many memories flooded my mind, late night conversations, hugs, that scent on my pillow after he left. I know I said we can't be friends, but now I'm saying this; just to be clear, I will kick myself for it in the morning. 

This is how I feel, how I feel right now and I can't deny it, I can't overlook it. I would so much rather still have him in my life than not. It might will be tough at first, but I don't want to lose anyone in  my life for good.

Everything has its own Reason and every Reason has its own Place.

I'm still trying to find the perfect spot for this Piece, but soon enough it will fit into my crazy puzzle of a life.

I've learned a lot, gained a lot, and can now say I won't lose a lot.

Oh Mystic Magic 8 Ball...

I haven't given up per se, as I have just found a more....

Inventive way to make important decisions.

I use to do Eeny Meeny Miny Moe, (Honest truth, that's how I ended up going to school at ISU) But I've moved on to a much more sophisticated decision method.

I love Magic 8 balls!

They are like Wikipedia; super reliable (heavily accented with sarcasm).

To quote a wise man, " Wikipedia is the best thing ever. Anyone in the world can write anything they want, so you know you are getting the best possible information."  -Michael Scott, The Office

Right? Right!!

So on Thursdays I travel to Blackfoot to work and whoo, what a huge town that is!

.... It's not. 

I work with children and it's hard to keep them entertained when I can't even keep myself entertained. Sadly, I will admit, I have spent over an hour in Walmart... Is that bad? A doo do doo, Yes that is bad (Some SNL for my SNL lovers).

Moving on.

I have made it my top priority to seek out a Magic 8 Ball in every store I go to.

And yes, I ask these Magic 8 Balls all of my important questions to help me figure out my life and future course.

Surprisingly it was very beneficial, because of it I now know:

1. What I'm doing for my future career and how I'm doing it

B. Whom I will invest my dating interest in

3. Whether I should tan on my roof (Which I did)

and

 Then I ask it a bunch of other random questions that have crept into the crevices of my brain and are eating away at my SANITY.

I always ask it 3 times just to make sure the answer is legit.

I really should just invest in one so I can stop making midnight runs to the store when I have a crisis that needs answering NOW!

(*Side note- Brownie Points to anyone that gets me a Magic 8 Ball and then I'll take you on date; Yes this invitation is for Everyone!) 

The 'Jessie Voice'

I was informed from my lovely coworker today that I have a very

'Jessie Voice.'

I was offended. What on Earth qualifies for a 'Jessie Voice?' 

She kept making fun of me and claimed she was impersonating me, my manger agreed.

If I sounded like that I wanted to be shot.

They found themselves quite humorous.  Jess laughed and ended up snorting, Rachel  laughed until no sound came out, I laughed until I reached my loud, boisterous laugh.

As much as I would love to disagree, Jess was pretty spot on with the impression.

 It did, however, seem as if my name was being used as a verb

(we all know that only happens when you mess something up- i.e. 'You really Jessied that one up' or 'Way to pull a Jessie').

It was killing me, so I finally asked what that even meant.

Apparently it's a good thing- *whew* what a relief!

I have a soft, airy voice for when I apologize, notice something that I hadn't before, and am completely oblivious.

It's very "Jessie," they both claimed.  

It was sweet, minus the whole impersonating and taunting,

But I'll take the compliment.

Hooray for the 'Jessie Voice' Hooray!

Fresh Start

So it has officially been a week since I moved into my new apartment! Whoop!

I now have the chance to make new memories and hopefully replace some old ones.

Not so I can forget about certain events, but just so I can move on and stop thinking 'What If '.

Most days I feel like I'm standing still while I watch others move on to greater things.

I'm happy for them... I just wish I knew what I was doing with my life.

I feel like I'm in an ice cream shop, there are all these vibrant, exciting, wonderful flavors, nearly a hundred to choose from. 

I know I want something new, something that will send my senses on a trip.

Sadly, reluctantly I go for the same option... Coconut Almond.

It's good, don't get me wrong, but it's safe.

I'm becoming complacent. 

I'm too afraid that if I go for something new it won't be as good as my usual...

but what if it's better?

Again with those two simple words... What and If. 

Ineffective, but when used together with the right amount of gusto, these two words, reared with a little action from behind can change any course. 

From Coconut Almond to Razz-Ma-Tazz ( which I'm hoping is a real flavor because that would be fantastic!)

This is my attempt to reflect on my life and make some changes that obviously wouldn't hurt.

And much like Milk- do the body some good.

I'm cautious when it comes to the rest of my life.

There are times when I forget I'm an adult, and that I need to seriously consider my future.

The rest of the time I still feel 17 and I don't have any worries. Besides if the kid sitting across from me in English is going to be my first kiss or not (which he was).

That was 3 years ago and now I need to worry about big kid stuff... Yuck!

As far as I'm concerned if I close my eyes my problems will fly right past me and when I go to sleep they disappear into the night and are just a clouded dream.

These are the simple joys of being 5.

Cheers to a New Beginning and the Pros and Cons of growing up.

Pilot

Welp.... I started this Blog over 2 Months ago. At the time I felt as if I had so much to say and as soon as I got it set up, I was speechless.
I am never at a loss for words, if I am, I ramble... A Lot!
I've also been pretty busy with 3 jobs... What!? Yeah I'm Pret-ty Impressive.
But that has kind of slowed my take-off with this as well, that and the fact that I'm a procrastinator (try world reigning champ).
 Like I always say why quit something you're good at?
I'm Excellent at putting things off.
Enough about me... Kidding this is my blog, of course I'm going to talk about me, things that pertain to me, and objects of interest that don't pertain to me, but wish they did.
Stay tuned, as there will be something AWESOME posted soon, if not it's all good this is more for me anyway.
(Followers/Stalkers are welcome... Nay, strongly advised)