#ickcat

Name: Christa

Nickname: Christa

Star Sign: Aries (the new nasa thing can piss off)

Gender: female...?

Height: 5'6

Favorite Color: blue

Time Right Now: idk 

Current Location: bed

Average Hours of Sleep: like 0

Lucky Number: 15

Last Thing I Googled: a recipe because I like food

Number Of Blankets I Sleep Under: 2 duvets

Favorite Fictional Character: im Cas trash

Favorite Book: all of them

Favorite Bands: p!atd, fob, mcr, the offspring, 

Dream Job: my current one

What I’m Wearing: sweatpants, blue tank top, @the-heartcontainer‘s sweater 

Random Fact: single but afraid to mingle

When did you create your blog?:like, 2011 2012 for my first tumblr

Do you have any other blogs?: yes

When did your blog reach its peak?: ‘peak’? it’s trash

What made you decide to get a tumblr?:me

Do you get asks on a daily basis?: no

Why did you choose your URL?: my original was named after my cat, but I switched due to reasons and cosmic-chrissy is just because I’m Christa and I’m cosmic trash

I was ickcat and now I’m princess-cheeto-puff

nothing else has really changed, my own posts will still be #ickcat 

I am sorta sad because I really love my old url but a somewhat unsupportive family who may not take kindly to my sexuality or how liberal I am may or may not be looking for my blog, and they’ll know to check ickcat (it’s a long story)

JUST LET MY POST DIEEEE

LET IT REST IN PEACE BEFORE I GET DEATH THREATS FOR NOT WIPING SOME COFFEE OFF OF A COFFEE CUP AGAIN

You’ll be reading some post about a one of a kind penguin that might go extinct and you think “Wow, those poor lil bros” and you’re going to reblog it but then someone below has put “If you don’t reblog this, you’re an awful person and I’m judging you”

Now, this could just be me, but there is no way in hell I’m reblogging that with their ugly ass comment

This goes from ‘save the animals’ to any social justice post or anything else.

“Where are all the white feminists?” Well, we would be reblogging but the source is deactivated and we need to find a version without your bullshit

About a week after my moving here, a guy, who I will call ‘Dylan’, that used to go to school with me emailed me with just the ominous ‘we need to talk’. I’d suspected that he’d liked me but he’d never said anything and I didn’t like him so I never asked or brought it up. I replied, asking what was going on and such. He didn’t reply until about 6 months later (probably a bit longer)

It was an essay about how he liked me and that he missed me and wished I hadn’t moved away so we could be together because we’re soulmates and I was the only one for him.

There is no way to react and tell ‘Dylan’ that he’s about as appealing as soggy bread, so I replied with something simple that explained that he should have told me when I still lived there, that waiting 6 months and then sending an email was not a good way to say he liked me, that there wasn’t anything that could be done at that point, etc, etc. 

About seven months ago he replied with an angry ‘You should have done something because I liked you’ kind of response, and I honestly couldn’t have cared less, so I replied to Dylan, telling him that if he had feelings, it was his responsibility to act upon them and not mine because I had no idea and was not interested. 

Come earlier this evening, I get an email from Dylan. He’s going to be in my area and wants my home address, my new phone number, and my time from 3-7 next friday because he has a surprise and still thinks we’re destined to be together.