The Alternatives

I’m at the point in my life where I have the perfect life. I’ve an amazing wife with two beautiful children. I can keep my family from living in poverty. I have the best job in the world. I have no complaints. I just won a few awards. Not just any awards. I won three Academy awards in one night. And I’ve only been in the game two years. I beat DiCaprio at this point. He congratulated me at the after party. It was the best night of my life. A few months later, I got a call from my agent with amazing news, “Lizzie, I just got you the best role. You alongside DiCaprio! He personally asked for you to play the leading role!” I just couldn’t believe it. Not even an hour later I was on a plane to California to meet with Leo and talk about my role in the film. I was ready to start. But that’s not what happened that night. Not at all. I pulled up to a huge white mansion, away from the city life of California. The lot was surrounded by towering mountains. The sky was sapphire, and the

Zero Degrees - Arlington Over the week, a coworker mentioned a place in Arlington that served fries smothered in Hot Cheetos and fuity, frozen drinks topped with Tajin chilli. A woman's dream. So, naturally, I had to check it out. *Cue A Thousand Miles * Making my way to Arlington,  Driving Fast,  Cars, they pass And I'm food bound.... Anyways, a little background: Siblings Ken, San and Trinity, according to the Zero Degrees Company website , launched Zero Degrees in 2013 in Orange County under Zero Italian Ice and Custard - which you did good with a name change. Described as Asian-Hispanic fusion, they serve coffee, tea and it is the House of the Mangonada priding themselves on quality, customer service and environment.  As we arrived, there were no lines to be seen, but the place was already full inside with a small number of seating arrangements. Luckily, we found seats outside the restaurant and after five minutes we received our drink

Temptation seems so far away but I can still smell his cologne in the air. His warm embrace as he cradles my head in his arms. How his smooth tongue dances onto my heart and keeps me from getting lost. I can't be without him, I can't live without him. Healthyplace.com The rig is now empty. It's time to see my baby.

She begged and she pleaded, and I told her to leave it. No matter how much you cry, you'll still end up bleeding. From your throat to your nose, and anywhere there is a hole. I could care less about what you say about daddy's figures, your father's money is a bore. Of course I had to lie to you since day one. Had I been honest I would've never gained your trust. If i had been truthful to your face, I'd be holding in this explosive rage. The urge to carve your bones and the scarring of your burns won the race. Psychotic to the bone I am here to cleanse your soul. Remember, the more agony and pain you experience, the closer you'll be to the lord. She screamed and she cried. I just muffled the noise. Its safe to take her body out now when no ones around. We'll play, I promise, at least once a day. Because I still love you to this day. But my need to see you suffer will always be in play. Fret not, my darling dear I'll wipe your sist

I guess you can say that I hated her. I don’t know why. It all started when we were younger. I was an angry child and for some time, the only child. I sought out to be the one in command once she came. I always had it out for her, and it was more often than not that she fell out of line. This, in turn forced my hand, so I dealt with it every single time. But as the older she got the more she rose up to the occasion of the beating, hoping to put me in my place. But alas, she always failed to defeat me, and I loved the idea of her losing to me and at times even surrendering to me. That’s when realized. She was starting to hang with other girls more her age and began to rebel - Acting up every time, coming home whenever she wanted, and abusing pills and drugs. She got tatted and had no respect for authority. It beaconed at me, I knew I pushed her there and this was the results were coming in and I was going to get it. Real hard. That night she got up to me and said,

Absinthe will make your head spin and let you see the sirens Calling out for you causing all your migraines. Don't you see the signs yet? Fret not, love. Ain't nothing happening. Auditory visuals will begin to haunt you and Commence the downward spiral. The mind is powerful enough to trick thee into running from who? Come to find you never left home and crying in your bedroom since you realized you have no clue As to what happened a few mins ago. Where did the time go? The green drink played you.

I am a summer queen with wings on my back. Lift me higher to break maximum glass.  Shattered and broken the chalice will fall,  paving a path to a paradise, with words I cannot describe.  And I'll wear my glass crown and paint blood red my lips leaving my mark on all stars that I have kissed.  And I'll soar to a heaven no man has ever witnessed before; A solstice empress with wings evermore. 

How are we doing, motherlovers? It has been such a long time since I blogged. No real reason as to why not, it just hasn't happened. Also, name change for ya. So, I have spent most of my time working, going to school, cooking and watching Netflix. Besides cooking random recipes I have found, I have spent quite an amount of time watching "Queer Eye". OM-FUCKING-G, YA'LL. Those are the words to use. This show is a Netflix original but it's a remake, like most things are today, of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, which personally, I have never seen, but I have heard so many great things about. So, when, I stumbled across Queer Eye, It was a show I just could not put down. The men they makeover, from Tom and his redneck margaritas to the amazing Covington Fire Department, melt your heart, and at times the panties, as you watch them go through a transformation filled with self confidence, self love, and a new sense of acceptance of themselves and the men who ge

Hey, ya'll... I just heard about this this morning on NBC, but Trump wants a military parade. What the fuck? Don't we already do that for Veterans Day? Major cities like NY and Dallas have parades that honor out vets and troops. In all honesty, my first thoughts were: That is something fucking DICTATORS do!!! And who is paying for this? The American taxpayers. A waste of money! If we want to celebrate our military, let's use that money we spent on a fucking parade and use it for programs for out vets. While, I still hold belief in the majority of those thoughts, I did do my research and after doing so, it seems like America is no longer in touch with it's military. Plenty of those who serve feel as if they are isolated from the ideas and way of living of those they have sworn to protect. That is made worse by the fact that young people don't really know someone who has served, or is serving in the the military. I, myself, know a good amount of people who have

At the end of the day, we’re only human. No matter how much of an asshole we are sometimes. Humans – curious and funny little creatures that popped on the earth like popcorn in the right conditions and took over as number one species on this,  a small, tiny rock. Unlike others on this planet, we let our emotion get in the way of our actions. Well, more like affect the nature of our actions. And we can be quite nasty. Some more than others. Human emotion is very strong and can be tapped, seemingly easy. The spot I left my car in last night. Gone, this morning. Like when you get your car towed. For an idiotic reason and you’d be responsible for the cost, that you don’t have to pay, by the way, and you’d be screwed for the rest of the day. Then you march into the manager’s office and let her know you’re going to get a lawyer for not fucking telling you, and she bust out a page that basically says: Park in reverse, get towed, bitch. And at the left hand b

What a world, what a world.. Who else says that? Was it the wicked witch of the West? I’ve no idea, but she melted sooo.. This Friday is so important and hectic. Especially for me..with work – dispatching my life away…and dreaming, something we all do. We’re dreamers of big hopes, big accomplishments and dreamers of leaving a big impact on this tiny rock we call home. My husband is also a dreamer. Literally. He lives as a dreamer, day and night. He never stops dreaming. Dreaming that his country, America, will take care of him, just like we, as citizens, try to take care of her. Isn’t that crazy? Is that too much to ask for? A piece of paper and a shit ton of rich cats have the power to decide your fate. I’ve not lost hope. Never, because life does go on, and that should always be on your noggin. How are things on the other side of the world? I hear Russia is having a field day with those cold temps, FYI, TX is getting hit with Artic blasts, and they aren’t fun…at

Well, damn.  For a fact, I've never paid much attention to the political world and it's ins and outs, but this current administration really has opened my eyes.  Jesus, what a joke, really.  I can't imagine what the rest of the world sees us as now. Do you care? What embarrassment. Out of the intelligent people that exist, we got Trump as leader of the "Free World"...Well I'll be damned.  It's crazy for me to sit here and actually watch this crap come out of his mouth. And then the guy tweets. He fucking tweets like robin.  GAWDAMN! Lay off the twitter.  As President, you'd think he'd carry more class with himself and remind himself that he is in charge of 300 million or so Americans.  But he is a business man, and he is running this county like a company, and we're the employers.  Ugh.  Eek.  Anyways.. I've a poem for you all.  I'll have it set for you at the bottom. How crazy! And then the whole Lo