| Don't you realize we are all connected in this vague unknown empathy?
"Do you think we would have been friends when you were my age?"
"...Probably."
"I like to think so."
(i love you.)
On this particular sleepless night I find myself thinking of Aunt Tiny. Probably one of the most beautiful souls one could ever hope to meet. Too bad as a kid I just couldn't get over the fact she was sorta scary. She had no teeth and I don't think she was very fond of her dentures, if she even owned any at all. So she talked sorta funny. But she made the best lemon meringue pie. And the sheds on her land held all the wonders of the world. And she had a tv on top of another tv. And there was this little room in the house with old newspapers and magazines and clothing catalogs. And the whole place smelled like sweet dust. And Christmas time meant the Tiny tree. All full of silver and heart. Which I now have inherited. And I will never forget this. And I will never get over the sorrow of not appreciating when I had the chance. Of so many things.
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| once you taste the success of your dreams, it is the most viscous of strikes to heart and mind to go back to what was before. only without the naievity and hope of ignorance to such bliss.
Also, it sorta feels theraputic to feel sorry for yourself a day or two.
please suggest some cities you think i should live in. i plan on traveling the lands of america to search for the next step to accomplishment.
(i am currently drinking coffee out of the coolest coffee cup of all time. I got it from the Museum of Natural History in NYC last week. It has these sweet dinosaurs on it that when you put hot liquid in it, they turn to fossils. How effin awesome is that?)
kc
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| shameless plug...
http://caseywaterman.posterous.com
if anyone needs some graphic design done, i'm poor.. so i will make you pretty things for money.
i think i may go to brookfield, mo soon. as soon as the government gives me my monies.
also, i will be competing in a hotdog eating contest in a month.
how many hotdogs do you think i can eat?
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| wow so i haven't been on xanga in a very long time.
i forgot how hard it is to think of something to write about yourself that would make someone think that you are even vaguely interesting.
i got nothin' to convince you really.
a lot has happened since october though.
I've been unemployed since right before Thanksgiving. Since then, I've been living off the government. But I found out that I actually have been paying for my own unemployment for the last year so it makes me feel like I should get layed off more often.
I had a boyfriend for while. He turned out to be really good at covering up the fact that he was a complete and giant asshole and the meanest person I have ever met. Which has lead me to believe that it was a good idea to stay single and not pay attention to the persuasions of the male species.
My cat and I have bonded a lot lately since I stay at home most days. She has acquired some major dreadlocks which I plan on shaving off with my neighbor's clippers in the near future.
I pretty much stopped bathing. I average 1-2 showers a week. Which I guess isn't that bad when you don't really leave the house that often.
I've been painting a lot again lately. But it is all pretty awful and reminds me why I became a artistically cheating graphic designer.
I've been to several interviews. Non very fruitful.
I've been to tons of stupid networking gatherings. Again, none too fruitful.
I participated in this volunteer thingy called "Art Buddies" which was the most fruitful thing I've done since I've moved to the arctic.
My best friend in this city is moving to Wisconsin. He also got layed off but has thus received a job offer at his old agency. I am more than sad about this. But also happy. But mostly selfishly sad.
My parents are going to Florida. They are retired. They can do that. Though, puzzlingly, i don't work either, but I don't get to go to Florida. Lame.
Since I've been unemployed and left to my own devices I've developed many a great idea. Non yet to come to fruition. They are listed below:
* traveling amongst the northern territories eavesdropping and drawing conversations of old timers in cafes.
* joining the peace corp
* going to grad school in baltimore
* conversational prostitution
* becoming freelancer designer extradordinaire
* riding the bus all day and recording conversations with the crazies and homeless folk that frequent
* a humorous female porn website that would feature audio clips of whatever type of man you fancy telling you sweet nothings and giving you that special something you were looking for without all the troubling real-life situations you would have to encounter with a real-life man that would undoubtedly disappoint you.
* start my belly-button lint collection that would lead to beating the world record.
* live on the street as homeless for a week. (may have to wait till spring, i would die.)
* move back to springfield, mo and start my own damn design firm.
* join the circus as a knife throwing lion tamer on fire. in a sequin bedazzled leotard.
now, if you'll excuse me I am gonna go swiffer my apartment.
love,
kc
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| I dislike xanga.
It bores me.
Completely and utterly.
And I write pointless things on here that not even I would want to read.
So, soon I will be moving to blogspot.com.
And hopefully the new blog will have a point.
Probably relating to dinosaurs, my cat, or photos of entertaining things i witness in Minneapolis
I'm not really entirely sure.
But the first blog entry may have something to do with documenting how badly I am not winning at McDonald's Monopoly.
It's just depressing.
Kc
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