On the one day when I actually need a car in this tiny city, it decides not to start. Great, so now I have to ride my bike in this fuck nasty weather, manage to look unaffected by the disgustingness that mother nature put out this morning and meet with some folks to discuss a few possibilities. I wanted to look cute for this meeting, but now I'm not so sure that's an option. Seriously, I have too much work to do for tomorrow, and I'm out of my favorite treats (that I still feel kind weird in the brains from) - this couldn't happen, oh say .. . .any other time except today? AND this morning I slipped down the stairs and skinned my elbow. Today is not a very good day. I hate driving in tunnels, too. Thank goodness I don't have to do that right now!
Suck it hard w/<3,
Kim
p.s. If I would have known today was going to suck I would have saved the treats for later! Hey universe, go fuck yourself.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
21 WAS OH SO FUN
I guess I should have done this a while ago. Whatever. Who's even reading this shit? Yeah, that's what I thought. These events took place from January 16th to January 17th.
SOoooo the house show was too legit to quit. Unfortunately the house got trashed, so my roomies decided to cancel the second show scheduled for Saturday. Of course I wanted it to go on because I was in rage fest mode so hard! But I respect the decision of my roomies, and I was clearly outnumbered, so putting up a fight really wasn't worth it. I accepted my defeat. I've never had so much fun getting crazy and moshing and fucking shit up hard. Perhaps it's because I was in the comfort of my own home. I don't know.
There was a moment when beer was spilling everywhere. Shortly thereafter, I got elbowed in the nose. I couldn't tell if the liquid on my face was beer or blood. Epic. It was beer. And it got in my eyes. Not so good for contacts. Ouch.
A very kind fellow put me in the air, and I embarked on my first crowd surfing trip ever! I safely landed on my feet thanks to the wonderful and beautiful people beneath me.
The music was rad. Except for one set, which I could have done without. And I'm pretty sure most everyone else agrees. They weren't bad necessarily, just mildly annoying. I feel like that's what they were going for though, so mission accomplished.
My best friend since forever baked me a cake. I devoured it, sharing only bits and pieces because deep down inside I ain't nothin' but a fattie!
I got to meet some wonderful people and hang out more with people I didn't know too well. I was very grateful for the hang seshes because everyone was absolutely darling! And I was uber glad that some of my best friends who live not so close to me anymore could take part in the momentous occasion that was my 21st birthday.
Hmm what am I forgetting?
OH! My first alcoholic purchase: Southern Comfort.
Ummm.... the next day I went to see Notorious with some pals. I was falling asleep until the scene where Biggie and Lil Kim are fucking. The tits flying around really woke me up.
Okay, back to The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. A prime example of regional and social realism, apparently.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
SOoooo the house show was too legit to quit. Unfortunately the house got trashed, so my roomies decided to cancel the second show scheduled for Saturday. Of course I wanted it to go on because I was in rage fest mode so hard! But I respect the decision of my roomies, and I was clearly outnumbered, so putting up a fight really wasn't worth it. I accepted my defeat. I've never had so much fun getting crazy and moshing and fucking shit up hard. Perhaps it's because I was in the comfort of my own home. I don't know.
There was a moment when beer was spilling everywhere. Shortly thereafter, I got elbowed in the nose. I couldn't tell if the liquid on my face was beer or blood. Epic. It was beer. And it got in my eyes. Not so good for contacts. Ouch.
A very kind fellow put me in the air, and I embarked on my first crowd surfing trip ever! I safely landed on my feet thanks to the wonderful and beautiful people beneath me.
The music was rad. Except for one set, which I could have done without. And I'm pretty sure most everyone else agrees. They weren't bad necessarily, just mildly annoying. I feel like that's what they were going for though, so mission accomplished.
My best friend since forever baked me a cake. I devoured it, sharing only bits and pieces because deep down inside I ain't nothin' but a fattie!
I got to meet some wonderful people and hang out more with people I didn't know too well. I was very grateful for the hang seshes because everyone was absolutely darling! And I was uber glad that some of my best friends who live not so close to me anymore could take part in the momentous occasion that was my 21st birthday.
Hmm what am I forgetting?
OH! My first alcoholic purchase: Southern Comfort.
Ummm.... the next day I went to see Notorious with some pals. I was falling asleep until the scene where Biggie and Lil Kim are fucking. The tits flying around really woke me up.
Okay, back to The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. A prime example of regional and social realism, apparently.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
Monday, January 12, 2009
BEST WEEK EVER!!!
I went to a burlesque audition tonight, and it was a lot of fun!!!! Yay!!
I turn 21 on Friday! There's going to be a house show at my house with some really fantastic bands playing! I'M SO STOKED! Ahhhh! I love my friends!!!! Going to be in Richmond and want to see some swell bands and get down? Well let me know!! If you don't seem like a stalker, I'll tell ya where the party's at!!
If you don't come, you should click these and enjoy:
broccoli destroyer
michael jordan
lessons
There's another band, grocery thief, but I don't think they have a site yet.
Okay, I must depart to continue a hang sesh with my pals. I've been staring at this screen for too long now. Pieces.
Suck it with <3,
Kim
I turn 21 on Friday! There's going to be a house show at my house with some really fantastic bands playing! I'M SO STOKED! Ahhhh! I love my friends!!!! Going to be in Richmond and want to see some swell bands and get down? Well let me know!! If you don't seem like a stalker, I'll tell ya where the party's at!!
If you don't come, you should click these and enjoy:
broccoli destroyer
michael jordan
lessons
There's another band, grocery thief, but I don't think they have a site yet.
Okay, I must depart to continue a hang sesh with my pals. I've been staring at this screen for too long now. Pieces.
Suck it with <3,
Kim
Thursday, January 8, 2009
yo-ga-wd
A couple of days ago my grandmother informed me that people who do yoga are crazy. I told her I used to do yoga three times a week, and she looked at me with ill regard and disbelief. She thinks it's sinning.
Today, my best friend told me that her niece, a four-year-old who does yoga at her pre-school, said she was getting fat.
Perhaps people who do yoga are crazy. Or maybe it's just the babies who are crazy. I should consult my new baby book. When I have kids should I expect to have a bunch of crazies running around, worrying about their baby fat when they're still babies? I guess I'll consult the book before I get too worried about this. I wonder if there's a chapter about how to adjust to the expansion of the now gaping hole/vagina, if you could still call it that, between a new mother's legs. I think that scares me more than raising a child. Am I crazy?
Today, my best friend told me that her niece, a four-year-old who does yoga at her pre-school, said she was getting fat.
Perhaps people who do yoga are crazy. Or maybe it's just the babies who are crazy. I should consult my new baby book. When I have kids should I expect to have a bunch of crazies running around, worrying about their baby fat when they're still babies? I guess I'll consult the book before I get too worried about this. I wonder if there's a chapter about how to adjust to the expansion of the now gaping hole/vagina, if you could still call it that, between a new mother's legs. I think that scares me more than raising a child. Am I crazy?
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