Viking's Valkyrie   Bumphuck, Iowa
Nothing to see here, move along.

Leo-virgo, Viking Valkyrie, artist, retail slave, shoe slut, thespian, animal lover, time traveler, mind fucker, soft paws with sharp claws, long legs, short fuse, bleed sepia ink, want to write-never do, love to read-hardly have time, crochet crazy, need more metal-want more ink, all crazy, mostly happy, really moody.

More then anything I'm just nothing.

Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.


My experiences:
The story of my nipple piercings


Lion of Iowa
I will eat you alive 



of terrorists and vanity plates
2009/07/08 17:34 I have a day to myself today which is a sure rarity. It has been very much a "me" day. It started bright and early getting all manner of body parts waxed then I headed north to the salon I frequent to get my nails filled. Going north from where I reside is always an adventure this time of year. About 20 miles north of my humble little city is the Iowa Great Lakes. Now, me being from California, I don't see what's so great about these lakes. But mid-westerners are crazy about them. The population of the city of Okoboji more then doubles in the summer. From Memorial day to Labor day the lakes area and beyond is invaded by tourists and summer folk or as we call them "terrorists" and Lake People. Half the businesses in the area are only open seasonally to cater to the floods of out-of-towners that take over in the warmer months. Gas prices go up. Restaurants get crowded. It becomes impossible to get your eyebrows waxed with less then two weeks notice. The roads become congested with SUVs, convertibles, mini coopers and all manner of expensive imports. And their vanity plates. BOJIFUN and BOJICAR and LUVBOJI and so on and so forth. I've seen pictures of the lake from long before it became a favorite summer destination crowded with (huge, pretentious, obnoxious) seasonal homes. It looked like a really beautiful place. Tree lined and serene. There was a time when fishermen could catch sturgeon longer then they were tall. Now the lakes are stocked with walleye and bluegill and slick with oil and gas from the boats and water toys. Don't get me wrong, there is a HUGE effort put forth to keep the lake it's self clean...but it's still not were I want to swim. Then again I'm not really into swimming in any water that I can't see the bottom of....I was never too crazy about going to the beach even when I lived in the Bay Area. Sand in my oyster does not a pearl make.

2009/05/26 17:14 I want to make changes. I want to do great things. I feel like I have this huge list of dreams, aspirations, ideas, just things I want to accomplish and I have no idea where to start. I know I'm no good at getting things done. I'm a procrastinator. This much I have figured out. But everything I have ever put any amount of time and effort into has always turned out. So...I know if there is something I want to do I can do. It' not a matter of doubting myself...not really anyway. Not in the grand scale. The things I doubt are thing like my ability to recognize my strengths or my ability to prioritize. Lets not even begin to contemplate financial management... So, I have lots of things I want to do. I'm 24 years old. I work three jobs. I support myself, two cats and an ever growing shopping habit that needs to be stopped before it takes over my life. Hey, I just found a priority. So, the little things...The shopping habit. Getting my G.E.D. Trying to straighten out my thoughts long enough to concentrate on one project at a time. Time management. Learn to prioritize. Right now I do good things. I work hard and I touch peoples lives in little ways. But I want to do great things. I want to make an impact on something. As much as I value helping someone find the right pair of shoes that alleviates their back pain I want more. I want to do more and be more. I'm willing to put in the effort I just need to figure out...doing what? How am I best suited to making an impact. I've helped animals find forever homes and people find their new best friend in a pet. I've helped woman who hate their bodies start to learn to feel beautiful by helping them find just the right outfit that they feel amazing wearing. I've helped people find shoes that take away their pain. I've cooked and cleaned and been there to talk to seniors that don't have anyone else to do it. I've held dieing people's hands through the night while their exhausted families steal a few hours of rest. I feel rewarded and blessed to do these things, but I want more. I want to do more. I've been paid to do all these things. I've loved doing them and the the fact that I'm getting paid doesn't change my level of passion or compassion. But somehow...I feel as though it would be so much more valid if I was doing it all just to do it. I've been told I'm good at end of life. What could make you feel more like an angel of death? I'm good at sitting by a stranger's bedside and holding their hand through the night, talking to them, soothing them if they are in pain, listening if they can talk, as they go through their final motions of life. I'm good at reassuring families that it's ok to sleep, it's ok to step away, I'll be there if anything happens. And I somehow feel dirty for getting paid to do it. If I didn't need to pay my rent and feed my cats I'd do it for free. I'd do it just to know I was helping someone. And I want to help more. I want to help so much more. But...I guess...I need to worry about me first. I need to get this tangled mess of a life I'm living as straightened out as I can before I take the next steps...Whatever those might be.

may flowers
2009/05/07 10:22 It's raining again. It feels like it's been raining for days and I suppose it has. It rains and thunders and then the sun comes out for a few hours and then it rains and thunders some more. It's okay though. I like the rain. Most of the time it fits my mood. The long gray days don't keep the cats from playing. I'm working about 92 hours this week. Something like 30 of those are resting overnight hours, I get to sleep. Six of them are one hour check ins which don't always take a whole hour. Somehow, in between all these odd hours I want to find time to improve myself. I don't like me very much. I don't feel very good. When I'm not working I'm sleeping. I don't want to have to work like this forever. I have time to think...I'm just having a hard finding time to do...

So Long, so long, good bye
2008/12/06 17:59 New place to live, new furry room mates, new jobs....same old rotting life. I need to make time to write and type and chronicle my thoughts and feelings and be better aware of what is going on in my head so I don't become septic. I tend to toxic to myself and then I take it out on my skin in the most unhealthy of ways because I have no sound emotional support in my everyday life. Humph. With three jobs you would think I would be able to afford some new art. Not yet....Damn it all. And time's a wastin'.... Soon I hope. Just have too get past these damn holidays...

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