Being honest is a crime.

Who can I really talk to about feeling shitty?

I don’t even know if I want to hear the feedback. I may or may not, I won’t know until I hear it.

I don’t want to, to friends, because either I don’t want to burden them of listening to me bitch or I just don’t trust them.

I don’t want to, to Bear Baby, because he’ll want to fix it. But there isn’t anything for him to fix. I mean, I wish there was, really. I don’t like feeling like I’m unsatisfied. Especially because he’s not the problem.

Im happy 1/2 the days out of the week and the other half, I’m beary moody. Beary moody to Bear. :P He may say otherwise in the how many days but something like that.

I could go every other day, consecutive days, every six hours, nobody knows.

I’m most certain it’s because of my professional goals. I want to get to a certain place and I don’t know if I’m making progress because I have no patience. Less patience than a pedophile.

So, we just dropped Tyler off for him to be at his dad’s and driving back in traffic from OC to LA.

I’m changing my tag line to “Being honest is a crime”. Now my social media handle has a meaning.

I was using it because I liked it. Unfortunately that was not my clever idea. Someone else came up with it as an idea in passing and I decided to use it years after it was ever mentioned. I don’t believe that the person keeps tabs but I do believe that they think they should be credited, so thank you BB.

Moving on, VIOLETCRIMES. I commit crimes because I’m too honest. People hate that I’m too honest. Actually, and right. It’s too much for them to handle.

I may be getting a little ahead of myself but I think I’m funny too.


I’m gonna stop now. Feeling better already and not feeling shitty.

This Happened


I was just telling my coworker that I couldn’t believe my phone last this long. In a month I’ll be able to get a new phone and it will all be great.

I dropped my phone while putting everything down on the stairmaster.

My iPad, water bottle, towels and my phone slipped out of my hand and fell on the step.

Then this happened. Now I’m phone-less. I can’t believe a month out and I get myself in this mess.

Just my luck. When I was leaving the gym I’m texted Bear Baby from my iPad.
When I got home he asked what I was going to do. I said I’ll wait to get a phone. He said I couldn’t.

Honestly, not having a phone will be so refreshing. I really only need it for blogging and taking photos.

So friends, if you’re trying to reach me or not, know that my phone is dunzo.