leftovers in my fridge often turn into science experiments

even though telling my bad dreams to the dog isn’t as comforting as one would think, i’ve made a decision to stop posting here. it’s an early bday gift to myself and all of you.. my posts here have gotten redundant, boring and embarrassingly whiny… so for those of you that have subscribed, please find somewhere else to waste your under-appreciated time.

if we’ve (and by that i mean me) learned anything at all from this it’s that a real sense of satisfaction comes from just letting things happen for a moment and letting the moment surround you, despite the rigors of existence of course.

it’s been swell, but all eras come to an end (5 years isn’t much of an era but who bothers with insignificant details right?).

thanks for reading. you were willing victims baiting my curiosity for attention. we’ve had a good run. hope you miss me (at least a bit).

-dfk

 

slow motion daydreams

since the move, i’ve had to find new places to get things done. like my hair, nails, waxing, laundry etc.. lulu (for serious), my new nail person doesn’t know my habits yet. i’ve been sticking to shades of red for the summer (you know — my version of a light color) but this past sunday i went with one of my regular dark shades. so she says “going dark to mourn the end of summer?” and I smiled and nodded my head. poor thing. she has no idea. but then this morning i realized, maybe i am. mourning the end of summer, that is. i kind of had an interesting experience with summer this year. and while i’ve bitched about it i can still say that come the fierce months of winter, i’ll probably be nostalgic about it. because you know the deal, we only want what we can’t have.

i’m glad august is over. it’s been a very trying month. i’m not getting my hopes up for september either.

 

i’ll always be a wanderer, a traveler, but a home base? i kinda need it.

people out there like some weird shit. i once read something somewhere about some guy who was sexually aroused by bacon. g-r-o-s-s. it started out as he just liked to jack off to the smell of it, and got ever weirder to the point where he rubbed bacon all over his body to get a boner. ugh yeah.

i might have mentioned before that it doesn’t take me very long to warm up to new people?  it’s just finding the right people to warm up to that takes me longer.

i’m getting there. meeting some fun people. some of these will build into relationships of some sort, but the others i just don’t know that well yet. what’s that saying that i’ve heard? that the only normal people you know are strangers? yeah that comes to mind.

but right now i have a fresh vanillla cream puff calling me by my fictional middle name.

 

out there..

dear dude who sat beside me in the gotham teacher’s conference yesterday, you need to re-think your food choices because what was going on with your bodily emissions is wrong. for serious.

dear douche bag at my place of employment who CLEARLY has not gotten over the fact that i dumped you OVER A YEAR AGO, you need anger management. blasting me on an email because you didn’t have the balls to speak up in an executive meeting isn’t going to change the fact that you are in the wrong. sorry, but in this case your anger does not beget anger in me. only pity. i rock at what i do. ask brad pitt, kanye west, kim kardashian, james mcavoy and the troll-y olsen twins who send me flowers on the regular for my awesomeness. if i’d care more i’d file a harassment complaint with hr, but instead, i will advise you to suck it.

dear emily, you are perfect. in every way, shape and form. the fact that your initials are ET only further prove said fact. i heart you. p.s. mac & cheese always taste better when re-heated the next day. i have many gems of wisdom to share with you in the future that run along the veins of this. stick with me kiddo and you are going to rule the world someday.

 

everyone talks with an accent somewhere.

i’m better at making decisions these days. it’s as if the chick who used to be so indecisive, who would always say, “i don’t know, whatever ,” is no more.  i’m not sure where she went. maybe it’s her time to keep it hid for a while.

i guess i lost my filter. or it broke. because i’m pretty blunt about things now. i’m not really concerned with playing nice, i’m  badass where it counts, so you know, it’s your loss.

it’s a strange thing, this whole being myself and not giving a damn that people don’t like it.

oh and one of my friends is having a baby this very second. give or take a few hours. i’m excited to meet the little critter.