I'm watching Jason play Resident Evil 5 right now. He's fighting a big boss that stomps your face if you don't shoot him fast enough. I don't get how boys can spend hours and hours playing the same video game - beat it, only start playing it again... on a harder level.

Then again, he doesn't understand why I need more than one purse, or why I have 14 different pairs of black shoes.

To each their own, I guess.

Yoshi just made the smelliest dump, ever. Even worse than Jason's. 

I almost threw up as I was cleaning it out. 

I was going through my old wallets today (I can't even remember why I started doing that in the first place...) and I came across an old Capital One credit card that I hadn't used in 2+ years.

I checked online to see if I could still use it (gotta build up that credit somehow...), only find out that there was still a small balance (like... $50 or something) on the card. That I hadn't paid off in 2+ years.

UH OH.

I quickly called them and tried to get it paid off as quickly as possible. I had accrued like, $200 in interest alone. I explained to them that I thought the card was completely paid off, and so I forgot about it. The number and address they had was really old, so they weren't even able to get a hold of me. Anyway, I was able to get everything taken care of - the person who helped me even knocked off most of the interest.

This just reminds me of that one Futurama episode where Fry remembers he still had an bank account that he opened before he got frozen, thousands of years ago. The 93 cents he had grew into billion of dollars because of interest. Only instead of becoming a billionaire, my credit gets fucked... I guess that's what I get for being stupid... FML.

I got another cat!

As many of you know, I lost my baby, Hercules, about a year and a half ago. I was completely devastated, and I didn't think I would be able to ever get another cat that I would love as much as I did him.

I scoured Craigslist everyday for the last few months in search of a new pet. I came across an ad for a beautiful grey and white cat with the most amazing blue eyes. I immediately replied to the ad, and as of yesterday at 3:30pm, I became the owner of Yoshi! (Jason and I are planning on getting a puppy when we move into a house and naming him Bowser.)

Yoshi is equally as chill, and as affectionate as Hercules... He is still fairly underweight though (quite the opposite of my Fatty), but I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.

Jason and I are going to church today... where he can feel like the awkward white guy in a church full of Chinese people.

OH!

The clouds are crazy in Nashville right now. Hope you don't get swept away in a tornado.

I'm hungry for some nom noms.

I got asked, "Are you finding everything alright?" at least 7 times today at Target. I think it's my low-cut shirt.

I miss this:

And this:


And especially this:



Can we rewind back to two weeks ago and replay? I'll even do the 5-hour hike again (with better shoes, this time).

It's so hard to fall back asleep when my boyfriend leaves for work at 6 in the morning. Maybe it's because my head feels like it's going to blow up.

My life has made a complete 180 in this last year since I stopped writing. When I moved home, I left the Austin Tammy behind. You know that motto, "Work hard, play hard"? Well, my motto was pretty much, "Work hard, play until you almost die". Yes, my time spent in Austin was amazing - filled with fond memories and the incredible people I shared them with. But if you ask me, "Do you miss Austin?" I'd have to say "No". My life revolved around drinking, drugs, and poor choices, and I felt like I was heading into a downward spiral a la Lindsey Lohan.

When I moved back to Nashville, I became reacquainted with an old friend whom I hadn't talked to in years (which is kind of a funny story that I'll save for another day). What started out as a mere rekindled friendship, blossomed into a full-blown relationship. I quickly fell head-over-heels, madly-movie-style, CRAZY in love with him, and he, in return, saved my life.

Cheesy, I know. But it's true.

I used to fill the emptiness I felt in my life with bad influences, but I finally feel complete now. He inspires me to be a better person, and I want to make him happy for the rest of his life. I see an abiding future with him, and it's beautiful.

I'm not sure why I stopped writing to begin with. Maybe it was just too difficult for me to keep up with this after 7 years. Maybe I got tired of talking about how wasted I got over the weekend... every weekend. Or maybe it's psycho ex-girlfriends who keep stalking this blog that keeps me from writing. Yeah. Probably that.

But it's hard to just let something go after so long. I contemplated starting a new blog/twitter/whatever-the-fuck's trendy nowadays, but this place contains too many memories for me to just turn my back on. Besides, I refuse to start a new blog on account of someone else.

So here we are again. Almost a year since my last post. Hello, Spotlight.