Daisy, Inky, And The Beach

This weekend was worth living. I swear I had a great time every second of it.

One of my dear close friends had sent me a picture of a flyer that there would be a pet adoption on Saturday. I had let it be known that I was really to get a dog. So she sent me the picture of the flyer.

I went with one of my friends brother, my brother, and my mom tagged along as well. Got there really early and it was already packed and open.

I saw many dogs that I wanted. I went with the mentally that I was going home with a dog. But, I also wanted to be sure the one that I would adopt would be happy with me, and I with it.

I saw two that were really hyper and loved them. Playful and full of personality. I talked to the organizer of that particular shelter and asked more about the dog to see if we would be well together. Since he was a little puppy she said it would be more suitable for a more active person who is usually home.

We also saw a full breed beagle puppy that I really wanted. The puppy was taken by a little girl and her family. I had gotten there a little to late.

We made our way to the beginning again and saw some dos that I did see before but this time they caught my eye. They were beagle and dachshund mix. They looked really cute and quiet. They had just been spayed two days prior.

I asked if I could walk inside and pet them. The volunteer said that the black one really didn’t like it when they pet her sister, she was over protective. But she let me inside anyway. I kneeled a good distance away and let one of the sniff my hand. Then I touched her ear and pretty soon she was walking towards me standing on my lap. And her sister? Not even bothered. The volunteer was surprised. It was a match made in heaven.

They came from a family who didn’t want them because they dug holes. They were surrendered to the shelter that same week. After signing some papers they were welcomed into my family. And they loved their new home.

On Sunday, the friend that opened the door for me to adopt wanted to go to he beach. I love the beach. I think I got sun burned though. It was a cloudy morning but once it cleared up it was beautiful.

I wish I could live by the beach once. This same friend who I went to the beach with, I also told her about this blog. So if your reading this text me!

Overall this weekend was a blast. Can’t wait to Ave now adventures with my new dogs, Daisy and Inky, maybe take them to the beach.

I Don’t Want To Be Boring

I’m sitting at work currently day dreaming of a better place. I know in my last post I was talking about living on the beach. The thing is that I feel like I need change in my life. I have been doing the same routine for a while and I’m feeling bored.

Its most likely just me. But still, do you wake up every morning ready to go do the same boring shit every day? That’s what I feel I do. I know I shouldn’t be complaining and technically I’m not, I’m just venting, a lot of other people would love to be doing what I do or at least be in the position that I am now.

But, is it wrong to want change? Is It wrong to want to be doing something different? I want to learn new things and go to unfamiliar places. Is it wrong to want to aspire to be more than what I am now?

Most people would most likely say that I should go back to school and get a degree and work hard to get an excellent job and live life like everyone else on this planet. But, dude like did you even read what I just wrote. I don’t want to be boring!

Not that my life is that boring, it’s really not but the day to day, work, and everything in between is just so bland. I need adventure, I need excitement, I need change.

It’s Never Personal, It’s Business

I want to live on the beach. Where it’s always warm and sunny and the weather makes you smile by just breathing.

Of course that’s everyone else’s dream as well. Or for the most part, almost everyone. I was talking to a friend, or better said, to many friends that I’m bored of my daily routine. I want change. I want better.

Is it possible? Yes. Will I do it? Who knows, maybe I will but I just don’t have the initiative. What I have noticed is that people who usually get what they want is not because they deserve it. Sure, there are some people that have got what they really deserved.

But life isn’t fair. Life is a fucked up game, and sometimes you have to cheat. Sometimes you hav to do things that you wish you didn’t, but that’s the only way to get ahead. It’s not the way it should be, but it’s never personal it’s business.

Saturday

This past Saturday was nostalgic. No, I didn’t do anything exciting, and no I didn’t go anywhere luxurious. But I had a good time, alone.

I was planning on sleeping early. And waking up and going to the gym early in the morning. But I started listening to The Chainsmokers. They’re Music is really great. I like their style and specially they’re new music. My favorite song from them is Don’t let me down and Closer comes in a close second.

When I started listening to them I lost my sleep. YouTube was there to keep me company. Once it came time to actually sleep I heard the neighbors music, they had a party going on that I didn’t notice since I had been wearing earphones the whole night.

When midnight struck I felt hungry so I wen to Jack in the box. Got a burrito which I really enjoyed. Stayed in the parking lot for a while before heading back home.

Music on blast I was happy. I was having a good time and I felt content. It was almost magical. Threw some in some Cardi B in there to finish the night as I went to sleep around 4AM.

Not a bar hopping, money spending night, but music and fast food are the way to my soul.

Got My Dolla

Money moves people. If I ask you to help me cross the street you would probably say, it’s not that hard to cross the fucking street bruh. But if were to give you 5,000 dollars in cash and ask you for help, you would probably stop traffic for me and more. Truth?

My job in logistics is going through a employer change and people are demanding a raise in order to stay. Some people have already left, some have already been hired.

I will be one of the last ones to be hired and I’m not salty about that. It’s cool, I get to observe carefully how and what’s going on.

For example, some people got offered a 10 cent raise. And like a little kid offered a simple lollipop they said yes. I ain’t about that life. Maybe it’s the Cardi B in me or my strive to be more but I said hell nah.

I saw the general manager, a chance, an opportunity and I took it. I talked to him. Told him I do way to much to be offered just some piece of shit offer. I saw he was surprised buy my boldness. And trust me, I’m not a stand-up-for-yourself kind of person.

But for once I did what I had to do and I got my dolla.