Beans Above the Frank

Where is my mind?

I am a talented but mentally unstable thirty-six year old living with my parents. I was recently fired from Walmart for failing to show up several days in a row. I spend my time watching forensic-style TV shows, doing obsessive compulsive things, making jewelry and eating ice cream sandwiches. Believe it or not, less than a year ago, I was a homeowner and full-time employee with a decent job. Then I went crazy.


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Politics

Everyone deserves their opinions, I just wish they’d keep them to themselves, especially when it is hate-speak. Tumblr should be fun, not offensive and mean.

Politics

Everyone deserves their opinions, I just wish they’d keep them to themselves, especially when it is hate-speak. Tumblr should be fun, not offensive and mean.

Anonymous asked: i like to eat cheese with pickles and banannas and gefilte fish with horseradish and salmonella on a hot summer's day

Well, that’s not really a question now, it it?

I care about the Royal wedding just about as much as I care about Oprah Winfrey.
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Role Model of the Day: Redditor mp3thief says: “I’m no longer allowed near my daughter’s coloring books.”
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Following suit with my Easter post last year, Happy Easter.

thedailywhat:

Role Model of the Day: Redditor mp3thief says: “I’m no longer allowed near my daughter’s coloring books.”

[reddit.]

Following suit with my Easter post last year, Happy Easter.

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Anxiety

Trying to plan anything gives me extreme anxiety. For instance, I set a few chores up for myself today. Simple things: wash sheets, peel vehicle graphics off. I actively avoid doing anything I plan. I finally got started on my laundry. I can’t make plans with anyone right now because by the time that day arrives, I’ll be a wreck. Why am I like this?!

The Charley Horse Story

About a decade ago, I was in a relationship with a guy named Jake. We had been dating for a few years, but fought over a lot of stupid things and eventually called it quits. My “favorite” argument is a story I continue to tell because I think it was so hilarious and he was so ignorant.

One night I spent the night as his place. It is a frequent occurrence for me to get those AGONIZING middle-of-the-night cramps in my calf muscles. The ones that hurt like a sumbitch and cause you to jump out of bed to try and get some blood down to that area so it will ease up. On this particular night at Jake’s, I got one of those cramps. He was laying asleep next to me and I was gritting my teeth and massaging my leg furiously while repeating the words, “Fuck me. FUCK ME. Fuck fuck me.” When the cramp finally loosened it’s grip, I threw my sweaty head back onto the pillow and said, “AAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh. Whew. That feels so good.” I did all of this as quietly as possible and assumed I was successful in not waking Jake. I fell back asleep.

That next morning he was acting all crotchety to me while we were making breakfast and I was like, “What’s up yer butt?” and he said to me, “Who were YOU dreaming about last night?”

I had to stop and think about this for a minute. Ding ding! I realized he had heard the “fuck me fuck me” and thought I was having a sex dream. I laughed out loud and told him the story, thinking we could both enjoy a big haw-haw over it and much to my surprise, he was completely pissed! He was like, “I KNOW you were dreaming about someone else. I know what I heard!” I could not convince him otherwise and I am still angry that he missed what SHOULD HAVE been a funny moment for a bf/gf. I could totally see how he thought it was a sex dream. I was shocked that he was so mad, especially since A) I can’t control my dreams, sorry and B) Let’s say I HAD been having a sex dream. I would think that might make a dude happy!

Jake wouldn’t speak to me for two weeks. Now you understand why this relationship was not meant to be. What a dummy.

HEY! It’s a simple question, Doctor … Would you eat the moon if it were made of Ribs? I KNOW I WOULD!

HEY! It’s a simple question, Doctor … Would you eat the moon if it were made of Ribs? I KNOW I WOULD!

I wish a bird would fly into my room and spice things up around here.

I wish a bird would fly into my room and spice things up around here.

Today’s hectic schedule includes sleeping until 2 pm (accomplished), walking to the mailbox (accomplished), doing some laundry (almost done) and completing about 20 more Hugo decals in between the ice cream sandwiches. I don’t know how I stay so motivated. I know you wish you were me.

Today’s hectic schedule includes sleeping until 2 pm (accomplished), walking to the mailbox (accomplished), doing some laundry (almost done) and completing about 20 more Hugo decals in between the ice cream sandwiches. I don’t know how I stay so motivated. I know you wish you were me.