The S℮cr℮t Room

Who sent me SaTC seasons 2 and 3?? Fess up, yo.

This means I now have seasons 1, 2, 3, and 4. *light bulb moment*

Ahem, after thinking over it... I think I have a good idea who sent it. :)

Carry on.

Watch this movie. It's one of the best I've ever seen.

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I absolutely hate when I feel like this.
I'll try to explain.

I fancy myself a creative person. You never know where the inspiration is gonna come from. For me, I think it builds up. Sometimes, it's in a moment. Mostly, it's just there... waiting.
Rite now... it's hovering. I don't know if I should take a photograph? I feel the need to write... which, I suppose, is why I'm journaling. Nothing is coming of it.

I could scream.

Yet, I'm thankful.

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You'll have to forgive me if I say anything out of line.

It's 1:30 a.m. and they just left to be alone for the remainder of the nite.
So therefore, my mind has gone to wander about thoughts of you, and other things I am missing.
I was in the record store delivering some cds last week, and I found myself thinking of your musical tastes. Looking for t-shirts that would catch your eye. I saw a book that I wanted to tell you about, but in a second thought, I'm sure you already know about it. You were always teaching me. Art makes me think of you in the same way.
I miss you, if only for your friendship. And I can say that b/c you don't read these parts of the internet.

For the last month or two, I've had so many thoughts of needing to make a change. A change in myself. I don't laugh like I used to. I'm angry. I'm not doing the things that make me feel alive. I'm not keeping in touch with folks like I should. Truthfully, it seems I'm really good at keeping in touch with memories. And honestly, I just feel like I've lost something. Or several somethings. This is so much deeper than I'm leading on. I don't want to get serious, sad, or melancholy. I only feel the need to let someone know how I try to do the rite thing.
Some days I'm so lost and troubled. Is this normal? Will I ever grow up?

It seems most of the good things are so far away. I've always been someone who enjoys the little things in life. Sometimes I understand it might not seem that way, but it's true. I know rite now I need to make the effort to re-direct my focus.

Life is so simple if we can just let it be.
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So I started rambling elsewhere tonite and thought... I should blog.

Let me first start out with, I'm not gonna date anymore. Ever. Again.
I really don't want to. This place(read: the world) is filled with weirdos and idiots.
I had started "seeing"(?) this fella and well, that's over now. He's one of "those" who only text messages and IM's. Forgive me, but I need a little more attention than that.
So then, I met this other guy... gave him my number. My apologies to the universe for complaining as this dude won't stop calling. 6 times in 2 days + some text messages. Oy.

Okay, new topic. I think I have tendonitis. Or perhaps medial epicondylitis. My forearm flexors are killing me, and I can't figure out what it is. But kylie, didn't you just graduate from a vigorous massage therapy program? Yeah. But there are so many possiblities. I've narrowed it down to the ulnar side of my arm. Very painful. I'll let you know.


One more thing. I was trying to get a picture of me and James. But he wasn't cooperating very well. I need to get rid of his cuddly little butt... any takers? He loves to snuggle, but can be very squirmy.

Which is frustrating...


Finally, he looks at the camera...

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So, I was lookin' around the internets and found this cool site... some of the items are pretty expensive, but many of the products come from individual artisans. Check it out, maybe you'll find a Xmas gift or two.

Elsewares.com

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