I Like My Lipstick as Dark as My Soul

I am an “anti-social dreamer” as one of my long lost friend once told me. At 24, I hate crowded places and obnoxious people. My idea of real fun is some chili cheese fries, black leggings with a big ass shirt and some good old fashioned REALITY TV. I think I live vicariously through all these fake reality stars, not having to deal with crazy drama but being front seat at the cat fight is totally my kind of Friday night!

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I tend to do everything alone, I don’t have any real friends. I do have my coworkers but I’m not counting them because they have families and kids and other friends and real lives AND actually have plans on the weekend. While I usually lay in bed till noon and force myself to clean the entire house so it feels like I was somewhat productive and then eat my feelings the rest of the day. I think my life has been like this since I was about 19 when I got in my first real fight (not physical) and pretty much lost connection with everyone.

So it has been 5 years of me, myself and I. 

In the beginning I was totally bitter and depressed hating my loner lifestyle and resenting my boyfriend for having a big group of friends, and always having someone to hang out with. I never wanted to hold him back from anything so I never gave him any grief for wanting some guy time to go hang out, race cars, drink beer, burp and whatever guys do.

Me on the other hand, I spent my time at the mall drowning my sorrows in a nice pair of knee high suede boots and of course sone Cinnabon. I would always make nice conversation with the girls that worked in the stores, complimenting them on outfits, asking where they got that awesome phone case and giving them my secrets to perfect winged eyeliner. But deep down I know they just wanted a sale and just wanted someone to talk to.

So it was a good 2 years of this, me wallowing in my self pity, gaining 20 pounds and having no clue how the hell to make friends in my 20’s. Honesty to this day I still ask, HOW THE HELL DO YOU MAKE FRIENDS?!

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I went to makeup school and met some really wonderful girls that I had a great time in class with and totally hit it off. But even with exchanging numbers and letting them know that they can call me up anytime so we can hang out. I even made the effort of texting first but for some reason no luck.

I did have a best friend in high school that I occasionally hung out with even after we drifted far apart. But my texts got more frequent to hang out and her responses went from “definitely yes” to none. But when a favor was needed (pictures needed to be taken for a graduation) I was there to accept it with no pay and did it with a smile on my face. And what happened after you ask??? Never was spoken to again and I still don’t have my USB back.

My boyfriend and I had a mutual “couple” friend. The girlfriend and I clicked perfectly and we always coordinated group dates all together. We got pretty close and she said she didn’t have too much friend time since she has a child and has to take her everywhere, I told her call me anytime, I don’t mind just hanging at the house watching a movie or doing kid activities. We totally agreed and promised to hang out more. Soooo, what happened to that? Well, I’ll just say we probably went out twice alone and the other times other people were invited and I was left out as the 3 friend wheel.

I am still not quite sure where I went wrong on the friend train, did I get on the wrong one or miss my stop? I think I am hilarious (I sooo could have my own reality TV show just on that) I am a great secret keeper, I give awesome advice (wish I could take my own but eeh) I have amazing fashion sense (could be a professional personal shopper) things just don’t get boring with me. But hey, I could be wrong and maybe I am just my own biggest fan.

Whatevs I know I’m awesome

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With all these no friend experiences,  I have developed into an antisocial character. I dread having to go visit family and converse about lame meaning less things. When they ask how you are you HAVE to say “good” or else you are doomed for a conversation about your lame life. My boyfriend says I have no soul now, I could care less about others. BUT I am still nice, respectful and a totally amazing actress you would never be able to tell I hate this conversation I am having with you. I will still talk shit about you to my cats.

Do not get me wrong, I do not hate AAALLLL human contact. I like it when I want it, other wise just remember Sushi knows everything about you and doesn’t like you either.

♥ Samiekatt ♥

Hello, it’s me….

Samantha, Sam, Sammy, Samie, Sammie, SamieKatt (as all my social media shows) or Samantha Allison-Marie, as my mother would say when I was in deep shit. Either way, it’s the same to me.

But, who am I?

What does my life bring to this world that makes it so God damn interesting for me to post it on world wide web for all to display? Well, to the huge audience of (probably) 2 people reading this and my cats… Nothing really. I am just your average 24 year old involuntary college drop out (as my WordPress site displays) living in 2017; where no matter how hard I work I cannot afford to buy a house in Los Angeles or keep up with all the social media memes. I am stuck in the limbo of trying to adult and holding on to that last string of being a child like every one else in my generation.

I am a cat lover or crazy cat lady, I wear that hashtag proudly

#crazycatlady.

I have probably have made over 50 million grammatical errors in this excerpt, despite it only being a few sentences long.

#grammerpolicecrucifyme

I go through fits of inspiration and creativity that soon are defeated by re-watches of American Horror Story on Netflix.

#netflixandchill

I have tried to resurrect this blog from the dead over 25 times in the past year.

#cantcommit

I was a genius in high school with a 4.0, high honors, AP classes, yearbook editor-in-chief, youth group founder, that balanced extra curricular activities better than my cat stands on his hind legs (and he does that pretty damn well)

#letthepastgosam

I spend my time buying inspiration books about the law of attraction but end up binge reading Gillian Flynn’s book Gone Girl.

#crimestoryjunkie

Every Monday for the past 3 years is the first day that I start a “diet” but, end up consuming a cheese burger with grilled onions and animal fries from my local In N Out on Tuesday.

#likeisaidcantcommit

I have 2 cats: Wasabi, the satanic version of me that is the equivalent of my “would be” pay back child and Sushi the innocent, spoiled, sweet soul I used to be.

#crazycatladytimes2

I work an over full time job that I am constantly trying to get hit by a car or abducted by aliens so I won’t ever have to go back to.

#ihatework

I have absolutely no friends outside of my squad of totally cool coworkers, who have families and real friends to see outside of the 50 hour work week.

#mycatsaremyfriends

I am not close to anyone in my family; but my mom and step-dad weekly send me religious bible verses that sum up to me going to hell and my dad occasionally texts me to see if I have not been kidnapped and held hostage by criminals. I am pretty sure that my neighbors chihuahua would get a better ransom if he was help hostage; work would just ask me if I was still coming in.

#loner

I have been in a 7 year relationship that I cannot believe how freaking fast the years went by and I have not suffocated him with a pillow in his sleep. I’m just kidding I love him, but I have been reading Gone Girl too much and totally think I could have gotten away with it.

#iamnotafuturemurderer

So, summing it all up I am an anti-social, loner, crazy cat lady who dropped out of college, involuntarily (but we’ll get to that in another story.) I hope that I can keep this blog going and have some sense of commitment to something other than that of my daily binge watching of bad reality TV shows on Hulu. My goal is to keep this blog filled with useless information about me, really hilarious stories of my embarrassing life, and anything else that pops into my 1,000,000,000 thought per second mind. Oh, and of course I will try to add a dash of annoying cat pictures.

Thank you to the 2 people reading this (probably my co-workers that I have forwarded this link to) and my diabolic cats that I have force read this out loud to 27 times.

xoxo

SamieKatt