He’s right. But we knew this, there’s no need to drill into your head the amount of money people waste on material items. But, everything isn’t for everyone. As for me? I bought it, because I love documentaries. It was only $9. He’s funny enough for my $9. I can care less what people have to say about me spending my $9. I wouldn’t spend $9 on any movie out right now. So yeah, take my $9 and introduce me to your life outside of Youtube.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

I have NO idea what I’m doing with my life, but I’m the happiest I’ve been in months.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

I have no idea why I decided to call him at 4:50 am this morning. It wasn’t due to a moment of weakness. You know, when your heart aches and wants so desperately to hear that voice that makes you feel comfortable. Nope. I just called. And it broke my heart to know that he could have died last week. His place caught on fire. He was at work though. My heart SANK. Him explaining this story hurt worse than when he told me “I don’t feel the same way…I’m sorry.” I would have rather heard those words.

I never realized how much I cared for him. I mean, I knew I loved him, but to have him out my life by way of d—h is not what I want. No matter how many times I told him I wanted him gone.

So, I’ve ultimately come to the conclusion to stop burning bridges with people I care about. My heart is still aching…thinking about the possibility of his permanent absence.

Something buoyant.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

THE 100 WORKOUT

Your welcome.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

Walking back from my fitness class this song came on, and so did the light bulb in my head.

“Slow Dancing In A Burning Room” by John Mayer

Can’t seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.

This is what ultimately killed us. We were lacking that special connection of the physical.

I’ll make the most of all the sadness,
You’ll be a bitch because you can.
You try to hit me just to hurt me
So you leave me feeling dirty
Because you can’t understand.

This is us. Was us. You understanding that “thats just how I am” and making the best of the situation. And me, being a bitch because “thats just how i am”. Using my words as daggers to make you feel the pain you caused me every time you gave me a little hope of something more. I couldn’t handle it.

We’re going down,
And you can see it too.
We’re going down,
And you know that we’re doomed.
My dear,
We’re slow dancing in a burning room.

Maybe I could see it and didn’t want to face the reality of us not ever being back like we were. And it hurt.

Don’t you think we oughta know by now?
Don’t you think we shoulda learned somehow?

After trying so many times to make the puzzle fit together…we should’ve known. We should’ve learned.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

What can I say? The man is a comical GENIUS!

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

My words are all I have. They’re my only release. They’re my only weapon. They talk for me. And they’re MINE. To me, Tumblr is like a journalists’ Twitter. You have the ability to reblog, which is a nice way of “retweeting” it. Ultimately, it ends up on someone else’s page. The author is given credit, but it just seems like Tumblr isn’t for the journalists and closet journalists.

When I do go on Tumblr, because some blogs are that good, all I see is quotes upon quotes. Trite quotes. The originality is GONE. Everyone likes it, so everyone reblogs its. Where is the originality? People are lost in this fad, but not I. Me and WordPress have been through too much together.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

Where do I begin my loves? I’ll start with something light.

So my ex is out of jail.

I got a call from him last week.

“Hey”

Fuck “Hey”

“How you been?”

“Good”

“Nathasha misses you” (his daughter)

“I miss her too”

“I miss you”

“………”

The thing you have to understand is that we haven’t been together in over four years. So this whole “I miss you” thing is throwing me for a loop right now. Before he went to jail we weren’t together so why is he acting like I was going to hold him down while somebody was holding him down? But I digress. I want to know who his lawyer is. I didn’t expect to see him again until I was out of grad school in my career, now this psycho is hitting me up wondering when the hell I’m going to come visit him. Um…newsflash…I’m…going to wait to tell you guys that story =].

Needless to say, my summer just got a little more interesting. Stay tuned.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle

But first…a celebration drink.

xoxo TiffaneyDanielle