Saturday, August 03, 2002

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful...

...and get paid 20 bucks for a 30 minute lesson, lol. Kidding Jason! Well, halfway kidding anyway. About time you got that page up though. *wink* I read that whole thing...I don't think we are related so I guess there must be something wrong with me. Who would've thought?

Today has been soooo nice. I rented a couple of movies and did absolutely nothing but r-e-l-a-x. At least for the first part of the day. Later in the evening I'm putting together a party for the fine arts festival staff. They did an awesome job and want them to come back and do it again next year...gotta feed them and give them some good wine. Know what I mean? Jazz musicians...*rolls her eyes*

But here's the news, yours truly has a date! How exciting is that?! And after my little rant yesterday...it was a rant with humor so it wasn't so bad right? He's not too old, possibly too young, not married, sometimes far sometimes close (travels quite a bit which could be good, hehe)...I'll let you know how it goes.

Have a great weekend! ~Picture Perfect...yeah



posted @ 3:17 PM

Kira96: you should feel good about yourself =)
zer0 n0de: yeah, but sometimes you forget to
Kira96: i know what you mean
Kira96: i'll remind you if you remind me *wink*
zer0 n0de: that's a deal :-)
Kira96: ah, now we have self esteem insurance
Kira96: haha
zer0 n0de: ahahaha!
Kira96: Chris, i'm feeling a bit low, can you help me out please?
zer0 n0de: Sweety, you're incredibly beautiful. How can you feel low when you're incredible in every way?
Kira96: awww, yes, always does the trick
Kira96: thank you darling
Kira96: *besitos*
zer0 n0de: anytime dear :-)
Kira96: that's gonna be my next entry
zer0 n0de: oh?
Kira96: it seems to fit with my train of thought this morning
Kira96: self esteem insurance
zer0 n0de: :-D

~Friendly Representative



posted @ 11:47 AM

I love him!!! What's a girl to do? If you know, please tell me. ~Fish on a bike (ha!)



posted @ 11:00 AM

Too young
Too old
Emotionally unavailable
Married...with children
Too far
Too close

Enough said. ~Me



posted @ 10:55 AM

Constantly being around people is driving me crazy. Phones ringing, emails, be here be there. I hate cell phones but I had to borrow my sister's for the week because I need to be reachable. Home is usually my sanctuary but now is just an extra office. If you know me then you know I need my space. I really really need my space. Anyone have a room I can hide in? I'd even settle for a quiet corner.

But enough about that.

I was talking with a friend the other day and I found a note I wrote to myself (I do silly stuff like that). It said: responsibility is the price of greatness. So there I have it. ~Working Girl



posted @ 2:53 PM

Si estoy nerviosa, excitada, enojada, cansada...no tartamudeo pero casi. Empiezo a pensar en Español y tengo que traducir todo en mi mente antes de poder expresarme en Ingles de una manera en la cual me puedas entender. I know I'm weird that way. Pero bueno, esto es algo menos que facinante.

Now that I'm blogging again, I've been doing some random surfing around looking for new friends, faces, places, colors and other interesting projects. Am I trying to find myself? Nah, just havin' some fun. I do want to know who you are...great project there but anyway. I'll be adding to my links really soon I promise.

For now, it's time for this little flower to go bed. Buenas noches a todos y muy lindos sueños. ~Bella Durmiente or not



posted @ 12:17 AM

The heat of your skin
Now all that I know
In my head I am lost
That's the song I sing

A confusion
An uncertain clarity
Two bodies stretched out
That's the song I sing

A beginning and an end
A time and a place
A story long ago
That's the song I sing

********************

Well, that was a weird little poem. Let me explain something to those of you who might come by here by "mistake" or mere chance, I am not a writer. I'll repeat that, I am not a writer. Yeah, it's a chicken way to say don't criticize me (although you may if you wish to...I'm a big girl).

I like to express myself in many different ways. Mostly through music. Writing is a little bit more complicated because everything you say can be interpreted in so many different ways. Let's face it, you just have to be careful of what you say. I heard once that words can bring life or death. I've come to find out that is very true.

Music can say a lot as well except when there is no words, it's different. There is a little bit more freedom. At least it feels like it to me. I rather like it. I can play and let out emotions of frustration, anger, love, passion, etc. and not have to tell you (the listener) what it was really about. I think at times it makes it the more powerful - sparking the imaginations of others is part of the magic.

You may or may not agree with me. That's the beauty of it. What makes this world go round and round. For now, this is it. Words, words, words... ~hushing



posted @ 10:25 PM