- I was born an hour before leap year. I was a breached baby and not sure why they waited till the last minute to have a cesarean.
- I was also born during a winter storm and no one came to visit my mother because of the snow. She sounds a bit bitter.
- My parents originally named me Tara, but because of some Thai superstition that it is bad luck to have the first letter be the same as the day you were born on (I was born on a Thursday), they eventually changed it.
- They did not change my name to Kimberly until I was three years old.
- My middle name is Jean and for the longest time, I thought my parents named me after Levi Jeans. I would tell people, "My name is KimberLEE Jean, like your pants."
- My Grandmother, to the horror of my Mother, used to let me drink coffee with milk. Its no wonder I'm only 5'1.
- My first memory is playing in the snow and crying my eyes out because I thought I was sinking to the bottom of the earth. The snow was really soft that day.
- I am the youngest child, but really consider myself an only child since eight years separate my brother and I.
- My parents told me I was NOT an accident.
- I have this thing about numbers and like things to be even and in a certain order. I hate when things are odd and I try to even it up.
- I rotate my underwear and socks. I feel bad if I wear the same pair over and over again. I feel like the other pairs aren't getting enough usage.
- I hate spiders or any bug that can jump.
- Even though I used to have frogs as pets, I hate them too.
- I used to have an imaginary friend named Cindy.
- My favorite color is a bluish purple, a color that reminds me of a deep ocean or a dusk sky.
- Even though I hate odd numbers, my favorite number is 3.
- I believe in reincarnation and past lives.
- I hate pickles. They taste and smell yucky.
- My favorite Disney movie is Fantasia and Sleeping Beauty.
- I believe in soul mates and love at first sight.
- I don't have a favorite flower.
- I still have no clue what I want to be when I grow up.
- I think my hair is too poofy and not the right shade of black.
- My favorite feature are my eyes.
- I'm addicted to massages.
- I love old lady style purses.
- I believe that 28 will be a great year for me.
Friday, February 29, 2008
I had a blasty blast in Vegas. The girls and I partied our asses off. We done did Vegas proud. That’s what I love about Vegas, you do shit there that you would never do anywhere else. Such as drinking until the wee hours of the morning, molesting innocent statues, getting on stage at a strip show, and bringing a boy back to your room. Can you guess which one I did? :)
Since the majority of the trip was R rated, and this is a PG-13 blog, I’ll give you lovely reader, some of the highlights:
- Went to see the hot Aussies from Thunder from Down Under. Man were they yummy. All of us were in heat, drooling over these men. One of the lucky ladies got on stage and had to perform an act to win a prize! And win she did; she had the entire audience screaming for her! It was silly.
That's Ja Rule!
- One of the ladies lost her wallet in the cab and I thought for sure the trip was going to take a downward spiral from there, but luckily the cab driver was nice and turned her wallet in. We proceeded to drink to celebrate the return of the wallet.
- Another Hot Mama, had a boy of a puppy dog follow her around all weekend. It was really cute. He was a smitten kitten. He probably would’ve followed her home if he could.
- Since there were technically three birthday girls, one of the b-day girls got tongue raped. Random dude at bar bought us bitches a round of shots. Random dude also asked a lady if it was her birthday. Silly girl nodded and he proceeded to attack her with his lips and tongue. The rest of the bitches cheered them on! The look on her face was priceless.
- Another bitch got freaky with a hot ass guy in the hotel room. He was yummy and three of us ho’s wanted to attack him. One whore even suggested sharing him. In the end only one girl got the man, and use and abused she did.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Packer also captures teenage angst and investigates the thought process behind Lauren’s suicide attempt. What were her thoughts leading up to it? Why did she feel that this was her only answer? Will the pain ever go away?
It’s always so interesting to see what sparks a friendship between two people and how they sustain the friendship over long periods of time. Liz was always the caretaker and supportive one, while Sarabeth was the emotional and out of control one. When Liz needs Sarabeth to switch roles and become the supportive one, Sarabeth fails her. Does their friendship have any real substance? Will it survive this obstacle?
Immediately when I started reading this book, I was sucked in. I could relate to it on some many levels; the pain and torment of adolescence, and seeing your best friend’s life move in one direction while yours moves in the opposite. At different points in the story, I was each character and I knew exactly what they were going through. I felt their emotional upheavals. I was angry, sad, stunted, and eventually uplifted. Packer did an outstanding job of making these characters real and vivid.
I was beyond depressed reading this book and not sure if it was the book that did it or my seasonal depression. Songs Without Words is very emotional and I think it started to rub off on me. I would find myself lying in bed at night crying my eyes out while reading it. And even though I related too much to the characters, I really enjoyed this book and thought it was well written.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Dating to me seems like such a chore. Some of my friends love dating and believe its so much fun. They love going on first dates and getting to know someone and finding out if your compatible or not. I think it’s just awkward and feel like I have to be on point and put on a good show.
I’d much rather already be in a relationship without having to date someone. It’s the lazy in me. I don’t want to work for it, which probably doesn’t bode well for my relationship, although in my last one it was I working to save it, but that’s another story. I enjoy being in a stable, committed relationship, I just think its really hard for me to get there.
My married friends say I should try on-line dating, that’s how one couple met, but I’m not comfortable with the idea. I hear its really easy and that you can pick and choose who you’d like to meet, and I can say no to the men I’m not interested in, and at the very least get a free dinner out of it, which should appeal to the dinner whore in me. I believe on-line dating is a great concept and has worked for many people, my friend included, but I don’t see myself heading toward that route just yet.
I prefer the old, “I have a friend of a friend” method to dating. A lot of my past relationships came about by meeting a guy through a friend. It’s fairly simply and am also privy to background information regarding the man. If he’s a bad egg, my friend will warn me, and if I still decide to go after him, well that’s my own damn fault (see about a boy).
I’ve reached a point in my life where I am tired of the bullshit games that men and women play with each other, but at the same time I feel like you can’t escape it when you’re first dating someone. I try as best as possible to be direct and honest with a guy, but I feel like that’s intimidating to him, so I try and tone it down a bit, which is then confusing. My co-worker says I’m difficult, but I like Kiah’s term that I’m an “alpha female.” I know what I want and am not afraid to say it.
I have been there and done the friends with benefits (FWB) and while sometimes I think it’s just easier to continue it, I want to be back in a relationship. I see the handful of my married friends, and I wonder what its all about and if its for me. I want to meet someone with whom I may have a future. I don’t want nor need to be married right now; I just need to know that it’s a possibility.