"I'M EVERY WOMAN IT'S ALL IN ME!" - Fashion Bug.
Being a chick is the shit! I have always been a strong supporter of being this gender but tonight, I'm liking it even more. As a wee little sprout I rarely got excited about girl things besides barbies, easy bake ovens, hair accessories, dresses, attempting to paint my short chewed finger nails, making beaded necklaces, participating in neighborhood ballets, laying out on funky beach towels with the girls exposing our bellies that greet the summer sky in hopes of gaining the tiniest ounce of color, plastering my bedroom walls with photos of Justin Timberlake and Leonardo Dicaprio, naming all sixty stuffed animals and then pretending they were my offspring (maybe that wasn't so girly and it was just weird). HA NEVERMIND, I got excited about all of those things and so much more. Don't think I'm some puss though, I did do manly things like lift weights and participate in rollerblading competitions down the neighborhood street. I get excited about girl things now too. But it's an excitement for things that are squishy. Being treated like a girl is AWESHUM! Soft and gentle and beautiful. I love being a girl. GIRL'S JUST WANNA HAVE FUN. I FEEL PRETTY OH SO PRETTY.
Earlier I was freakin' the fuck out. I was tempted to put a bowl on my head and cut the hair hanging down so low cause I wanted a change. I cut a few pieces but nothing you can notice (cause yous a computer program, fool!). I really felt and still feel a bit lower than I should regarding my cool factor. I need to do something drastic, whether that's dying my hair orange, getting ugly bangs or painting my skin green. I just need the inside Kim to match the outside Kim and then we'll be all good again.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Bursting with Flavor
Dear Knapsack,
I apologize for the lack of attention. You don't deserve it. This past year you have been nothing but good to me. I would like to tell you that this neglect is the result of a busy lifestyle, one where I work two part time jobs as a waitress on top of balancing 18 credits of classes as a college student. Well besides the classes (only 17 credits though) I have no excuse not to update. However, with the warm blooms and the colorful climate, I'm sure the daisies that fill you, Knapsack will be overflowing.
Signed, Kim.
I want this to be the first entry of my comeback. I don't remember going anywhere. But I'm still coming back. My dad is in a tree cutting down overgrown branches, last time I checked he wasn't a monkey. I can't breathe out the left side of my head because the windows are open which means allergies. I'm not complaining it's just a fact. Tomorrow is Eddy's birthday and I like that a super lot. I was a little upset a week ago because I didn't think I would see him on his birthday. But it's ALL GOOD now because I saw him yesterday and plus he'll be with Christopher Walken anyway on his birthday. I like him (Eddy). I found a tumblr thing called "My Parents Were Awesome" where people post old pictures of their parents which quite frankly I can't get enough of. I love looking at the pictures of the couples together in spaghetti, holding hands or laughing because I can totally relate. But I like looking at the surroundings in the pictures too. The people that aren't the parents or the lamp with a crack in it or the cigarette sandwiched between two fingers. I just really love it all.
I apologize for the lack of attention. You don't deserve it. This past year you have been nothing but good to me. I would like to tell you that this neglect is the result of a busy lifestyle, one where I work two part time jobs as a waitress on top of balancing 18 credits of classes as a college student. Well besides the classes (only 17 credits though) I have no excuse not to update. However, with the warm blooms and the colorful climate, I'm sure the daisies that fill you, Knapsack will be overflowing.
Signed, Kim.
I want this to be the first entry of my comeback. I don't remember going anywhere. But I'm still coming back. My dad is in a tree cutting down overgrown branches, last time I checked he wasn't a monkey. I can't breathe out the left side of my head because the windows are open which means allergies. I'm not complaining it's just a fact. Tomorrow is Eddy's birthday and I like that a super lot. I was a little upset a week ago because I didn't think I would see him on his birthday. But it's ALL GOOD now because I saw him yesterday and plus he'll be with Christopher Walken anyway on his birthday. I like him (Eddy). I found a tumblr thing called "My Parents Were Awesome" where people post old pictures of their parents which quite frankly I can't get enough of. I love looking at the pictures of the couples together in spaghetti, holding hands or laughing because I can totally relate. But I like looking at the surroundings in the pictures too. The people that aren't the parents or the lamp with a crack in it or the cigarette sandwiched between two fingers. I just really love it all.
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