that woman

How I would love to introduce myself as Kimberly, Master Locksmith. What a title. I'm looking into taking a course for it to make some decent income. Possibly work for the CIA? In my dreams...

Getting back into shape. I need to be ready for the obstacles that await, or just feel really really good. My lungs need some tender care, too, if I'm not going to die of cardiac failure. I'd rather die from something less preventative: like falling far into the abyss or a fleshwound from fighting a mythical creature. Most likely, I wouldn't see that coming.

I put in the right fuel. Now I need to rev up that engine and get it working.

Also, learning to use a darkroom and possibly gymnastics. I always have so many thoughts running around. Sometimes I catch a few.

Pulp

Ashley just called me! I haven't talked to that bag of giggles in too long. Kalen and him were married not too long ago and they are going to get their tattoos soon (wedding rings with a ball and chain). They remind me of how much of a good time I had while I was living up there not very long ago. I can't even begin to imagine where in my life I would be right now if I had stayed there. I still think about it once in a while, but things happened differently than I expected and I'm happy where I am right now.

I have an apartment, insane friends, one hell of a boyfriend, and am saving money again. I may be jinxing it all, but if so than I'll take the chance.

And today starts the new mural on my wall. So far I have cut-outs of Fantomas, Lovecraftian art, and a naked picture of Kate Moss (where she is only wearing bondage rope; Makes you think she is damn fine even if you never had before).

Goodnite.

pg. 666

Hotel party at Michelean's room with the girls and a few boys. Roof jumping, loud noises, booze, the holy bible, and a little raunchyness added. There will be pictures.

The Tragedy show last night at the Cobalt was pretty awesome.
Recapitulate: Horchata, burritos, rum, first in line, sweaty people, more rum, huge tits, more sweaty people.

The after events were'nt half bad either.

I'm finally back at my apartment after these events and I can't wait to get the rest of my crap into this place. My walls are off white and baby-shit brown and I LOVE IT. All I need are some bookshelves and artwork on the walls and I think we've got ourselves a living space.