cupcakes and mistakes

Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge

they keep me busy and writing, so that’s why…also, i just love doing them :) 

i actually am almost done, so i need more to do after this!

imagine this in red and continue to the bottom…

i mean emma stone, why did you just wrap red cloth around you?

Day 24- A letter to your parents

dear mom and dad,

it’s weird that i’m writing you a letter when i could just call you both. it’s also weird that i’m writing to both of you in one letter since you haven’t lived together since i was three. so i’m going to write one to each of you now.

hold on,
kendra

dear mom,

you’re one of my heroes and not just because you carried me nine months, but because you truly are a strong woman who doesn’t take shit and that’s a lesson i’ve taken with me as i’ve grown older. and i know that life hasn’t always worked out for us…we’ve had times where there was no food and had to go through the house looking for change to get gas station food and i know there’s been times that we all would like to forget due to the alcoholic ex. but no matter what we’ve been through, i can’t imagine anyone else being my mom. i look at parents of people i know and know that i would’ve not been able to grow as an individual if some other lady would’ve been my mom. you allowed all three of us to be who we are, and that’s the way i’d raise my kids if i was ever going to have any.

love you,
sissy

dear dad,

while we’ve hit some rough patches in the past, i can’t hold a grudge because at the end of the day, you’re my dad. and what’s happened in the past only jumpstarted my into writing, so thanks for that. i mean what writer spawns from happiness anyway? but i want to take this time to showcase that i love you and although we don’t say it to one another as often as we should, when we do exchange those three words, even to this day, i cry on the other end of the phone and i hate when you say it when i’m in the car with a friend because then i have to take a deep breath and pretend to cough so no one can hear the tears in my voice. i love you.

love you,
kenya

Today, I am my mother’s daughter and instead of gambling with money, I gamble with the future. I decided to hold off on interviewing at Macy’s because I always think my sales job is going to turn around and be okay. What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess I’m forever a dreamer and really shitty with being an “adult.” Oh well…I’ll sell the rest of those gift cards and keep hoping that I win the lottery.

Didn’t get TMZ, didn’t get the radio one, down over 700 bucks, spent too many hours at bus stops…this week sucked ass…

Day 23- Something you crave for a lot