I submitted a news article for the culture section a little while ago. I wonder if they'll post it?
Much musings today. Just sitting, pondering.... Pondering is good, clears the brain for new things.
And what did netflix yield today.... Wings of the Dove. That works, I saw it once before but it's been a while and I have forgotten most of the story. I'm going to see if I like it anymore now that I now I know that Henry James' books adapt poorly to film. Makes it a little easier when you go in with low expectations.
I don't know that I'm going to finish my book. Dragonlance novels are so inane. I don't know what I was thinking. I've just lost interest and have so much better fantasy calling my name on my shelves.
Or should I opt for literature? have plenty of that milling about too.
Someone should recommend me an old movie. Not something from the last 40 years, I'm talking black and white, height of tinsel town, hollywood glamour puss starlet and dashing leading man kind of old movie. Something with beautiful gray and black tones, with violins playing in the background and a droopy eyed darling. Anyone who suggests one I haven't seen I will send a mustache.
I feel restless today, haven't been able to sit down at anything for a while. I want to travel again. My last trip was in August, my partner and I went to Chicago. Loved it, walked around so much I developed sores on my legs, but I saw the galleries near the river, the art institute, the contemporary museum of arts, learned to bring extra money when you're riding the subway (or the el) so you don't have to beg for spare change when the damn thing eats your money, learned that Trev has a poor sense of direction and can't follow a map to save his life
, saw all of the street art, listened to good jazz, and also learned that riding the train is one of the most rewarding ways of travel, IMO. I want to be on the move again, I hate living in a fucking post industrial wasteland of a city... Fuck, I just don't want to be here. I'd settle for anywhere but here. Fucking void. Shallow. Heartless. Hopeless. Derivative. Vapid. Uninspiring. Cumbersome. Fucking waste of a shithole town. Fuck, how did I ever convince myself this place was worth being in.
grrr......
So, what is today? Thursday. Only five more days until elections. For my few american companions, please don't vote for Bush. He scares me. Not like it matters, if he doesn't win I'm sure he'll find another way to steal the election. If he can't, I fear for what he may lead us to in the last few months of his presidency. Crazy mother fucker. One of the local strip clubs here is having a "Don't vote for Bush" event this weekend to try and raise awareness. That ad cheered me up, maybe I'll make my way down and purchase a lapdance as a sign of my patriotism. Couldn't hurt, except for the fact that none of the dancers around here are all that. I went to school with many of them, I know. Oh well, guess I'll have to do what I can for my country and for the war effort. Couldn't hurt.
So, new friends. I got four yesterday
I love friends request. But only ladies.... Men have no place in my life.... I do have one, but he's alright. I think it's about time for me to put up my list of unacceptable topics for discussion. You can try, but I may eliminate you faster than you can blink if you ask me to elaborate. If I do ever decide to include you into this wordl, consider yourself among the priveledged few. Ok, so here we go.
Things you should not ever ask Krys about
1. My alchoholic mother. It's a sore subject.
2. The loss of my ACTUAL virginity vs. the first time I had sex. Yes people, there IS a difference.
3. My emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend.
4. Why I do not post a picture. This is due to the fact that my self worth does not stem from my outer beauty. It's because I choose to develop my mind and my ability as an artist and dedicate myself to bettering myself. If you ask me to give up a picture, you will probably get an artistic rendering of a part of my body you would not wish to see.
5. The story of the first girl I ever had feelings for, and the resulting tragedy that ensued.
Avoid these things at all cost and we may just have a good chat after all.
I'll leave with a bit of levity because this is a very funny story.
Last night I was in the grocery store getting some (what else) groceries. I was standing in an aisle picking up something and my weight shifted, causing my loose jeans to fall from my hips, exposing my left ass cheek to the world. I hiked them up high, cursed the fact that I wear mens jeans a size larger than I need and made eye contact with the only person nearby. She looked to be of some religious affiliation. Long hair, covered head to toe with long skirt and frumpy sweater, but she had a nice body and a cute smile, before my pants betrayed me. She was staring at me in open mouthed and wide eyed horror. Well, I did what anyone would do in the circumstances. I sauntered over to her, flashed a dazzling grin and said to her....
"Well I hope your happy, young lady, you just charmed the pants off me."
BA DUM BUM, CHHHHhhhhhhhh......
Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk......
*groan*
I know it was a bad pun, but I was desperate, under the circumstances. I thought I did pretty well. It sucks that I was wearing an old pair of simple hanes cotton panties. At least they were black.
She probably thinks I'm going to hell now....
Frightening random religious fanatics is so much fun.
Join my group! all of you girl artists out there! Come on, I haven't been courting you for nothing! Now we have work to do!
Much musings today. Just sitting, pondering.... Pondering is good, clears the brain for new things.
And what did netflix yield today.... Wings of the Dove. That works, I saw it once before but it's been a while and I have forgotten most of the story. I'm going to see if I like it anymore now that I now I know that Henry James' books adapt poorly to film. Makes it a little easier when you go in with low expectations.
I don't know that I'm going to finish my book. Dragonlance novels are so inane. I don't know what I was thinking. I've just lost interest and have so much better fantasy calling my name on my shelves.
Or should I opt for literature? have plenty of that milling about too.
Someone should recommend me an old movie. Not something from the last 40 years, I'm talking black and white, height of tinsel town, hollywood glamour puss starlet and dashing leading man kind of old movie. Something with beautiful gray and black tones, with violins playing in the background and a droopy eyed darling. Anyone who suggests one I haven't seen I will send a mustache.
I feel restless today, haven't been able to sit down at anything for a while. I want to travel again. My last trip was in August, my partner and I went to Chicago. Loved it, walked around so much I developed sores on my legs, but I saw the galleries near the river, the art institute, the contemporary museum of arts, learned to bring extra money when you're riding the subway (or the el) so you don't have to beg for spare change when the damn thing eats your money, learned that Trev has a poor sense of direction and can't follow a map to save his life
, saw all of the street art, listened to good jazz, and also learned that riding the train is one of the most rewarding ways of travel, IMO. I want to be on the move again, I hate living in a fucking post industrial wasteland of a city... Fuck, I just don't want to be here. I'd settle for anywhere but here. Fucking void. Shallow. Heartless. Hopeless. Derivative. Vapid. Uninspiring. Cumbersome. Fucking waste of a shithole town. Fuck, how did I ever convince myself this place was worth being in.
grrr......
So, what is today? Thursday. Only five more days until elections. For my few american companions, please don't vote for Bush. He scares me. Not like it matters, if he doesn't win I'm sure he'll find another way to steal the election. If he can't, I fear for what he may lead us to in the last few months of his presidency. Crazy mother fucker. One of the local strip clubs here is having a "Don't vote for Bush" event this weekend to try and raise awareness. That ad cheered me up, maybe I'll make my way down and purchase a lapdance as a sign of my patriotism. Couldn't hurt, except for the fact that none of the dancers around here are all that. I went to school with many of them, I know. Oh well, guess I'll have to do what I can for my country and for the war effort. Couldn't hurt.
So, new friends. I got four yesterday
I love friends request. But only ladies.... Men have no place in my life.... I do have one, but he's alright. I think it's about time for me to put up my list of unacceptable topics for discussion. You can try, but I may eliminate you faster than you can blink if you ask me to elaborate. If I do ever decide to include you into this wordl, consider yourself among the priveledged few. Ok, so here we go.
Things you should not ever ask Krys about
1. My alchoholic mother. It's a sore subject.
2. The loss of my ACTUAL virginity vs. the first time I had sex. Yes people, there IS a difference.
3. My emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend.
4. Why I do not post a picture. This is due to the fact that my self worth does not stem from my outer beauty. It's because I choose to develop my mind and my ability as an artist and dedicate myself to bettering myself. If you ask me to give up a picture, you will probably get an artistic rendering of a part of my body you would not wish to see.
5. The story of the first girl I ever had feelings for, and the resulting tragedy that ensued.
Avoid these things at all cost and we may just have a good chat after all.
I'll leave with a bit of levity because this is a very funny story.
Last night I was in the grocery store getting some (what else) groceries. I was standing in an aisle picking up something and my weight shifted, causing my loose jeans to fall from my hips, exposing my left ass cheek to the world. I hiked them up high, cursed the fact that I wear mens jeans a size larger than I need and made eye contact with the only person nearby. She looked to be of some religious affiliation. Long hair, covered head to toe with long skirt and frumpy sweater, but she had a nice body and a cute smile, before my pants betrayed me. She was staring at me in open mouthed and wide eyed horror. Well, I did what anyone would do in the circumstances. I sauntered over to her, flashed a dazzling grin and said to her....
"Well I hope your happy, young lady, you just charmed the pants off me."
BA DUM BUM, CHHHHhhhhhhhh......
Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk......
*groan*
I know it was a bad pun, but I was desperate, under the circumstances. I thought I did pretty well. It sucks that I was wearing an old pair of simple hanes cotton panties. At least they were black.
She probably thinks I'm going to hell now....
Frightening random religious fanatics is so much fun.
Join my group! all of you girl artists out there! Come on, I haven't been courting you for nothing! Now we have work to do!
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(if you have to ask, i just "sang" you the meow mix song.)
i just woke up and you wrote a lot of stuff... and so i haven't really read it all yet but i will i promise because i'm good and nifty like that. yup. or some junk.
have a fun saturday.