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Sunday, March 8, 2009

Sure, I posed. I needed the money.

This is simply a compilation of thoughts, since I don't feel I take advantage of the privilege of having a blog nearly enough. Some of them might not make sense, and may offend you, but consider yourself warned.

  • A word of advice to women out there. It is NOT acceptable for a boy to make you cry. Yeah maybe you overexaggerate the situation cause you were blessed with unreasonable amounts of estrogen. But if he says something hurtful to you or about you, dump his A. Seriously. You'll find better.

  • The ball to penis ratio was unreasonable.

  • Weird people are bothersome. Not like the kind of weird people who are cool and intriguing but the people who think that being poor means you can only afford to wear clothes that are EXTREMELY out of date. I'm pretty poor myself, but it's called a clearance rack. Look into it. Pre-teens are especially weird, sometimes I stare at them and think of my greasy haired braces days and feel SO sorry for them that it's almost painful to look. But once I get over my pity for them, I go back to wanting to throw something blunt at their head. Just because you have hair growing in weird places doesn't mean you have to take it out on everyone else, freaks.

  • I love beards. I really do, I'm toying with the idea of making it a prerequisite for my EC. Must grow a full sexy beard. Speaking of beards, today is my first Sunday of redemption, I must prove to hot beardie that I am not an idiot. Wish me luck, cause I'm nervous.

  • I am less than 4 months away from getting a well deserved roundhouse kick to the face., or a hug, a hug will do. I'm so excited for Timothy to come home. I could scream! Eeek.

  • Being happy is a really strange feeling when you went through months of being conditionally happy. But it's totally a good feeling. It makes everything seem a little bit more funny too. Even the stuff that should normally be depressing, like these days if fall down my stairs and my blood starts to pool on the kitchen tile, i might have a really good laugh about it. Instead of being concerned that I have a huge head wound that should definitely get looked at.

  • Shoot, I just realized that the above scenario really could happen. I should be more cautious.

  • She's dancin with the cream... I love that there's so many different forms of crazy. There's crazy people that kill people, and then there's crazy people that do this - dance on Melrose with Josh Kalis' DC shoes on

  • I love you Max Bemis.

  • If you got tattoos above your vagina, you're a dirty girl.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Kynslie, I believe (just an opinion) that you need to be a writer. Particularly, a journalist... of the column/magazine writing variety. Wherever-the-heck-you're-working is a waste of real talent.

(also, I realize this is a random post to make this comment on, but I think this every time I read any of your 'thoughts')