Not So Random Thoughts

Not So Random Thoughts Dilly Dally, Shilly Shally. I am everything and nothing at the same time. I am the knight in shining armor, here to save the damsel in distress. The distressing part? Underneath my helm, I'm the dragon, too. President and CEO of The Free Big Tits Movement.

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shopwitme:

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MAN… where was he when I was the side nigga in my own marriage?  LMFAO

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thepleasureprinciple:

I don’t speak on my relationship very often here. I’m cautious about putting my business on the interweb streets. But every so often I just feel the need to speak on some shit.

I just spent the day out with my son, we had some business to take care of that fell through so instead we just hung out. Watching him grow over these last three months has been so eye opening. He’s grown so fast and he’s getting bigger everyday. Becoming a mother has been one of the most humbling experiences of my life. I had so many ideas about how things were going to go and how I would handle it and nothing happened the way I thought. I wouldn’t change my son for anything in the world, but I would be lying if I said that the 180 turn my life has done hasn’t effected me. Mentally. Emotionally. Sexually. Physically. All the progress I thought I had made in my quest to become a woman was rendered null and void and it was hard to adjust.

But he’s been here. Through Pregnancy, Labor and Delivery. Through my c section recovery. On those days when the hurt and sadness hit me so hard it knocked the wind out of me. He’s been here as a support, a rock, a friend.

I never saw myself as someone’s wife. I never saw myself in a healthy relationship. I never saw myself having a child. And yet here I am. I desire so much, I see myself in a place far from where I currently am and sometimes those dreams floating around can make it hard to deal with reality but he keeps me grounded. He reminds that no matter what we’re going through today, tomorrow it’ll be better.

I don’t know that I could’ve done this without him, I can’t imagine having to and that’s scary. Its a scary feeling to have your day to day life so deeply intertwined with another persons that you can’t imagine living it without them present. I used to resist it. Fight it. Pull away from it. I never wanted to be too dependent on him just in case one day I woke up and he didn’t want me anymore. The heartbreak doesn’t hurt as much when you’re not attached. But everyday I keep waking up and he’s still here. Supporting me. Loving me. Trusting me.

I watch him with our son and I know I want to give him more children. I watch him with our son and know I want to be his wife.

I’m still learning how to depend on him without feeling weak. I’m still learning that it’s okay to relinquish control. I’m learning that money isn’t the only way to contribute to a relationship and that I don’t have to match his financial contributions with “wifely duties”. I’m learning what it means to be in a relationship and work as a team towards a goal. I’m learning what it means to love and be loved. I’m learning about my own worth and what I’m capable of.

I’m learning. I’m learning and it’s hard. But there’s nobody else I’d rather be learning with than him.

I think she gives me too much credit sometimes.

I’m not perfect.  Far from it.

Yet, she writes things like this and tells me a million more and personally, I sometimes get overwhelmed.

Didn’t think anyone could love me like this… and it makes me want to work 10x as hard to make sure she knows I love her just as much.

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I am on this list, yes? Yes.

You know you’re forever on every list. LOL 

Wait… What?!

That’s why you watch Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network. The cartoons on the CW were trash.

Yeah.  I need to edit my post, because it should say if you don’t have cable.  None of the major networks have cartoons anymore.

Hey, you might want to mourn your childhood along with your (present? future?) children’s childhood.

As of yesterday morning, there are no more Saturday Morning Cartoons on any of the major networks.

None.

Zilch.

Zero.

This hit me right in the feels.

Fucking Cryptarch.

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Fucking Cryptarch.

Head up, feet in starting position.  Soon as he figures it out, there’s no stopping him.

Head up, feet in starting position. Soon as he figures it out, there’s no stopping him.

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moonshields:

Final Fantasy Series (1987-?)

After switching over to the Famicom, there was a time when I wasn’t happy with anything I was creating. I thought of retiring from the game industry and I created Final Fantasy as my final project. That’s why the title includes the word ‘final’ but for me, the title ‘Final Fantasy’ reflects my emotional state at the time and the feeling that time had stopped. They say that technologically, it’s good to keep going, and each time, we give it our all and expend our skills and energy until we can go no further; this is what I consider to be the “final fantasy”.
Hironobu Sakaguchi

Whoa 3,4,5,6 are in non 2-D. when that happen

In their re-releases.

I have I, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, and IX.

I have I through X-2 on my Vita.  I need XII on it, though.  (Still have my PS2 version.)

HURRY UP AND DO THE XII HD REMASTER, SQUARE!

Thank you to everyone who sent their condolences and well wishes.

I love you all.

It looks like I’m at some famous person’s funeral.

So many people.

So many people loved my granddaddy.

He touched so many lives.

I’m proud to be his grandson.

There’s a different energy in my childhood home.

It’s missing a bit of warmth.

The funeral is at 11 AM… but I can’t sleep.

My mom is truly hurt. She asked me to sleep at the foot of her bed. I’m hurt, but I have to be strong for everyone.

I miss him. He taught me so much. And honestly, he was my moral compass. I’ve gotten lost once or thrice and he’s always been there to push me in the right direction. He never once stop believing in me. Even when I fucked up horribly, he always hugged me and said “Baby, you got to live your life for you. But do it right. Do it with love. Do it with respect. And do it knowing that your family loves you no matter what- I love you no matter what.” And man, did he ever.

I lost my grandfather on Monday. But more than that, I lost my father. I know one day, I’ll see him again.

Doesn’t make the pain lessen any.

Doesn’t make my heart not hurt. Hurt for my grandmother. Hurt for my mother. Hurt for my aunts and uncles. Hurt for my cousin. Hurt for my sons, whom I will make sure they know how great of a man he is.

It’s weird. Part of me wants to grieve and cry and scream and yell and fight and just explode in sadness and anger and frustration… but the other part of me, the part he will live on forever in… that part is telling me to just be strong and make sure everyone else can draw from your strength.

So, for the next 16 hours, I’ll do just that. I’ll sleep near my mother. I’ll be stoic and surefooted and confident. I’ll be whatever anyone needs from me. And when I get home, I’ll hold my youngest son and be strong for him. I’ll hug AP and be strong for her.

And when that moment comes when all is quiet and peaceful and I’ve carved out a moment for myself, then, and only then, will I allow myself to be weak and cry for my beloved grandfather. Cry tears of sadness that I can no longer hug him. Cry tears of joy knowing he’s no longer in pain and is somewhere fishing and gardening.

Just cry.

And then make sure my family knows I love them.

Addison R. Mozelle
January 23, 1937 - September 15th, 2014.
My grandfather.  But in my mind and my heart, he’s my father.  Always has been.  Always will be.
Love you, Young Man.  Always.

Addison R. Mozelle

January 23, 1937 - September 15th, 2014.

My grandfather.  But in my mind and my heart, he’s my father.  Always has been.  Always will be.

Love you, Young Man.  Always.

God don’t make no mistakes.

Wow, so sorry for your loss.

Thank you, Kenda.  Means a lot.

You have my condolences.

Thank you, Olivia.  That means a lot to me.