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Dani, 23, Florida, Queer. I have more love in my heart than I know what to do with. I blog about beautiful people, cats, bunnies, horses, food, cupcakes, art, love, quotes, other amazing things.

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Reblogged from partyrehab
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4x4girl:


Fish Bowl Recipe.
Fish Bowl (or improvise)
1/2 cup Nerds Candy
5 oz Vodka
5 oz Malibu Rum
3 oz Blue Curacao
6 oz Sweet & Sour Mix
16 oz Pineapple juice
16 oz Sprite
3 slices each Lime, Lemon, Orange
4 Swedish fish
Pour nerds candy in bowl and fill with Ice. Add the mix and your Swedish Fish!

oh my god,making. Minus the Pineapple juice. So I don’t swell up:p

I want this.

jessyka11:

4x4girl:

Fish Bowl Recipe.

  • Fish Bowl (or improvise)
  • 1/2 cup Nerds Candy
  • 5 oz Vodka
  • 5 oz Malibu Rum
  • 3 oz Blue Curacao
  • 6 oz Sweet & Sour Mix
  • 16 oz Pineapple juice
  • 16 oz Sprite
  • 3 slices each Lime, Lemon, Orange
  • 4 Swedish fish

Pour nerds candy in bowl and fill with Ice. Add the mix and your Swedish Fish!

oh my god,making. Minus the Pineapple juice. So I don’t swell up:p

I want this.

(Source: partyrehab)

My video for Bayley <3

Tonight was fantastic!

Talked to Ananda about being roommates and we seem to be quite compatible as such. We’re on the same page about pretty much everything. We’ll need to talk more and work out some things, obviously, but at the moment we’re looking to try to move in by May 1st if not before. We both need to safe money first, obviously. I am very excited. Not just about moving out, but about being around her. She’s such an amazing person. I love her energy. I think I can learn a LOT from her. I definitely feel that I will be able to grow much more as a person. That would be a wonderful thing.

Oh, then we went skating. And I fell 4 times. The skates were the absolute worst I have EVER had on my feet. I ate shit the last time and busted my knee. It’s pretty swollen. I took a picture. I’ll post it in a bit. It’s really sore and already bruising. *sigh* Battle wounds, y’know? God I miss derby.

Today is National Platypus Day.

Since I work at Disney, and Pheneas and Ferb are a Disney channel show, we had a Perry the Platypus cake in the breakroom. We also had a bag of Perry toys and Perry candy. And Perry cross words. The cake was gone by noon haha.

We also went 101 about 5 or 6 times today (the WHOLE ride…which rarely happens, because each lift operates independently of each other). We got free ice cream because of all the chaos we had to “deal with”. Haha…today was awesome.

In other news, I am excited because Kris had his Disney interview today,and Bayley is getting her hair done…like mine. What a copy cat =P

<3

Time to go crawl into a hole.

I hate being empathic (I don’t know what other word to use. I’m not a full blown Empath, but I generally tend to experience the feelings [usually pain] that other people are feeling. It’s not just a ‘i can imagine how you feel.’ No…I actually feel the pain even if I have never experienced the cause before).

I can’t fix anyone. Ever. Actually, I sometimes wonder if I make things worse. Because when someone is depressed, and they come to me…I feel depressed as well. The more hopeless they feel, the more hopeless I feel. And then I feel even more hopeless because I can’t help them. And then I feel worthless and pointless. Like I’m just wasting their time. I feel like I should be able to help them. Like I should be able to fix everything. But I can’t. And that makes me feel almost like a burden. Like…you come to me for help, but I end up weighing you down even more instead of helping. Instead of just taking the burden, I duplicate it for myself. How can I just take the burden? Some one tell me how…please.

I’m really confused and scared and nervous about pretty much everything. I’ve been having bad dizzy spells lately, and had to get bloodwork and an MRI done yesterday and today. I won’t get the results back until Monday. I’m hoping what ever is wrong with me is fixable and not serious. I found out today that my parents are breaking my lease and I have until the 11th of March to find another place to live (yay punishment for dropping out of school). I also just found out two days ago that I got accepted for a full time position at Disney. While this is great news, it now limits where I can live on such short notice. I am broke as fuck. I’m $400 in the hole thanks to misreading my credit card statement last month, and I’m not going to be making full time pay until after the move-out date. Even if I can find someplace to rent a room, I don’t know if I could gather enough for the deposit etc. let alone aford the first month or two of rent. I can’t find anything under $400 and that’s still a lot. I mean…back in Melbourne, you could find fabulous 1/1s for $400 including everything. Orlando is fucking ridiculous. I don’t know what to do.

And on top of all that I’m starting to question if I might potentially be polyamorous. But I really haven’t looked into that yet because that’s just more shit on my over-piled plate.

Basically I’ve been dizzy and shaky and light headed and on the verge of crying for the past week. I’ve had panic attacks and I’ve cried. I had been so good about not having attacks.

I’m actually scared.

It&#8217;s hard to see, I know. I need to color it in according to what I want on my head. But I&#8217;m actually quite proud of how it turned out =D

It’s hard to see, I know. I need to color it in according to what I want on my head. But I’m actually quite proud of how it turned out =D

So I got sent home early from work. I’m going to the doctors on Thursday (and hopefully getting bloodwork done).

I talked to my dad, and his dizzy spells are nothing like mine. I’m worried. I feel drained when I have these spells. My brain feels fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything  (I can’t focus my eyes very well to read, and then I can’t process what I’m reading). I feel shaky and very out of breath. My body goes from sweating and hot to shivering and cold in a matter of seconds. And then all of that makes me panic. Which makes everything worse.

I just had to read that five fucking times to make sure it actually made sense.

There is something wrong with me.