I've Been Found

Well, now I know Who is Who, except Oak Ridge, TN.

There's also a guy who is visiting once in a while from California (there's a few, but there's only 1 from this particular place). It's a guy I used to date. He found my blog, as I suspected he would.

Hi, B!

I feel compelled to write about my relationship with B (talk about interesting stuff to write about), but I don't think he'd appreciate it much. I will say this: the parts of him I miss I really miss. I actually went to Cali to live with him for a while. Lots of good memories.

Okay this is kind of awkward.

Anyway.
Eye Candy Of The Day: Christian Bale

Believe it or not George isn't at home. Leave a message at the beep...

Where could I beeee? Aaaah. Man. Gotta love Seinfeld.

So anywho. How's business, how's the kids? Gooood good. So *sniff* listen. Uh... I've gotta talk to you about your uh... *sniff* your TPS reports. See, it's just that were uh... well we're putting these new cover sheets on them. Now don't go getting a case of the Mondays. Or else I'll have to give you my O face. You know... "Oh... Oh..."

OMG that Oh Face guy is irritating. He looks like an albino linebacker.

Yeah folks. I'm in a royaly banoodly mood right now. Maybe it's the sugar streaming through my veins, maybe it's the caffeine, WHO'S TO SAY!? Aaah HA HA HAA!

Dude, I totally finished my arty thingy. Yep. Cut myself with an exacto and got paint in my hair again, but it's done, babycakes. It's DONE. Little neosporin and I'm smoooooth sailin'. I'm a smooooth operaaatuuuh... smoooth oparayduuh. Oh, that sade. she's funny.

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking... Dara, wait, that's not right. LOL ANYwho, you're thinking Lara, no that's not it either. DAMN FINGERS. Typing skills? CHECK. Bloodflow and therefore feeling in my fingertips? CHECK. Now, Where was I? OH!
You're thinking, Kara, I've never seen you like this...are you hopped up on the HAPPYGRASS? Are you DURKN? er, DRUNK? Well my answer to you is this:



















Huh? What were we talking about? I forget. Oh well.

ooooh FUNIONS! gotta go. Write me back. BFF, Kara (lara/dara)

Asking a Favor:

Um... WTF? Well anyway.

I'm going to put new posts below this one for a while, so this stays up top.

Okay I've seen a couple other people do this and thought it was a good idea. Please and pretty please, I'm hoping people will be willing to claim their hits.

If you are one of the following, gimme a holler, won't you?

I'm only listing the ones that have come to visit more than once or twice, and only the ones I'm not sure of.

Nashville (Mac user - yay!)
Oak Ridge, TN.
Edmondton, Alberta
Toronto (Donnell?)
Dover, Mass
Saint Joseph, Michigan
Odessa, Florida
Melbourne, Florida
Chicago, Illinios

I'm thinking about putting my email address back in my profile in case someone doesn't want to claim their hit publicly (and thus reveal their whereabouts). If someone wants me to do that, put it in a comment and I'll get on it.

Anyway, thanks!

Dub

So guess who's here talking at one of my local universities? Why, none other than Dubya! He's at K-State this morning (complete with a purple tie in honor of school colors). I notice as I'm watching that he's developed a bit of a tick in his jaw. It's kind of strange.

I hope what we've done does some good in the middle east. And I really hope that the world doesn't continue to hate us because they hate him. We are not all like him. I'm not saying I disagree with every move he has made, but the ones that I disagree with, I really disagree with. I'm afraid he's ruined our relationships in the world.

Kansas has 6 electoral votes and Missouri has 11. That sucks, considering f'ing Texas has 34. The right-wingers have all the votes! That's like giving all the guns to the children. I think the electoral college is shit. Thankfully California holds 55. There are a lot of crunchies over there. Since I'm a crunchy in a fairly mushy state, I'll let Californians represent me, electorally speaking.

Don't Let A Suitcase Filled With Cheese Be Your Big Fork and Spoon

I went for a drive the other day because it's been weirdly warm and beautiful for January. I snagged my camera, rolled the windows down, and headed out with my Chemical Brothers (Dig Your Own Hole - one of my all-time fave albums) blaring. Well I thought I'd drive by my old apartment just for nastalgia, and who do I see standing in the parking lot by their car, arms flapping around angrily, yelling and red-faced? Why, the infamous love/hate couple I always had to hear fighting/f*cking when I was there. I have no idea how many posts on here were about them, but I'm sure a couple of you who have read my blog for a while will know what I'm talking about. Well, they're still at it. She's screaming and pointing at him like she wishes her finger could fire bullets, and he's pointing at the apartment door like she's a loose dog and needs to get back inside THIS INSTANT. Naturally I can't help but laugh, and at the precise point when my mouth is wide open in the HA HA HAA! pose, the color and shape of my car causes them to look (yellow, round) and bitch looks straight at me, looking at them and laughing, and flips me off and storms off toward the apartment.

Aaaah, yes. Making my customers happy is my number one priority. I should have taken a picture, just to ice their cake. I kinda feel bad about laughing, but it's just that... well, it's fucking funny. I mean, I finally get away from them, and the one day I decide to swing past there again, there they are like old times. It was priceless.

Observations of the Day
A. Bananas must be post-green and pre-spottage to be appropriately delicious.
ii. I love it when men shave their heads down to a barely-visible stubble with slightly longer facial hair (especially a goatee). That shit is hot.
3. Penile piercing is repulsive.
Four. Cheap paintbrushes shed in the paint on your canvas and f*ck everything up.

p.s. - I wonder how many people know who the person pictured above is. She's one of my favorite people ever. I'm pretty sure I'd do her in any situation in any location in any position. Hint: She has a fetish.

Dr. Giggles

So there I was in the shower, steam so thick I could barely see, and I'm shaving. I start to feel a tingle in my nose and my breath catches. .Girls, you'll know what I'm about to say. So I lift the blade away from my shin and take a deep breath. The tingle goes away I put the blade back down, and run it back up my shin, when out of the blue the tingle comes back and *ACHEW* I sneeze. It was one of those where you don't get much warning, it just happens. I continue shaving, now on the inside of my calf, and realize that blood has begun running down my shin. I rinse my leg and TSSSS feel the sting. You know how it is - you don't really feel it when it happens, but when it hits the water, watch out. That shit hurts. Especially if the water is really hot. Now I have a owee on my weg.

I totally feel like Michael from "The Office" when he steps on the grill and walks around with bubble wrap around his foot so every will feel sorry for him. I'm wounded. I have a disability. Someone owes me a pudding cup.

Phi Beta Cannabis

Okay, if you love campy musicals, you are hereby ordered to rent Reefer Madness! It's genius. I just saw it for the first time, and I'm telling you, it's hilarious. It has tons of little things you could miss if you aren't paying attention.

To enjoy this movie, though, the following must be true: 1) You have to recognize sarcasm, since the whole thing is sarcastic as hell. 2) You have to be into musical-type campiness, like The Rocky Horror Picture Show. 3) You have to have a good sense of humor.

In other words, if you're a republican prude or otherwise uptight nutwad, you wouldn't grasp the humor.

Oh, and it's got a bunch of cool people in it.

It's as sweet as Shirley Temple dipped in pudding.

great weekend

I had a good weekend. Did you guys? I know it's wednesday. I've been reading everyone else's blogs but not posting on mine.

Anyway, still working on this project. I think it's time for me to stop this one and move on. I'll come back to this later. I just keep changing stuff. It's like... I'll think I have it how I want it, then I decide I want to change "just this one thing," and then I end up making it worse. Bah.

I'm planning a trip. I think I'm going to fly this time instead of driving. There's a place on the west coast that I haven't visiting in a couple of years, and I think I'm going to go back soon, possibly next month. Sooner if I can make it work. Eventually I'll take some of my art over there and sell it. Not this trip, but eventually.

I have a headache. I'd smack someone in the lip for an espresso. Mmm and biscotti.

Nathan Lane's nose pisses me off

I just stumbled upon the utter genius of a girl's blog, whose last post asked this question:

What is the biggest secret you keep from your parents? I know, most of us have several, but what is the biggest one?

Observations of the Day
1. Life without kosher dills isn't worth living.
b. Even if you're a Pepsi girl, sometimes you crave a Coke.
iii. Cats are like dogs without the unconditional love and the unselfish companionship.

Ping is suing me.

Okay so I not only painted my jeans, but my hair, too. I look good with a streak of green.

Today's tidbits: Did anyone else hear about Patrick Swayze planning on releasing a rap single? I'm not joking.

Speaking of people changing in weird ways, remember when Tom Cruise was hot instead of creepy?

WayBack Machine:

Aah, the good ol' days before religion fucked everything up. Oops, was that wrong?

Another example to prove my point: Mel Gibson

I think reading the Bible a lot makes you less attractive. It's not that they have aged. It's not the age difference I'm talking about here. Because men get sexier with age, as unfair as that is.

Okay, before anyone gets pissed at me, know that just because I'm not religious doesn't mean I'm not spiritual. I just don't believe in the bible or big organized religions (read: Catholicism).

Ah, what the hell. Get pissed.

Observations of the Day:
A. Peanut butter is really good on hot toast.
2. Independent Film Channel rocks.
iii. Girls named Jennifer are usually stuck-up.
D. Girls named Tiffany are usually bitches and/or sluts.
5. Men named Chip are funny, but "just friends" material.

Mmm, coffee. Gotta go.

by dose is sore

I'm sick. It sucks.

Spent a few days in the dark room. Been working on a new piece. It's a mixed media with some of my photography scraps. I have a big pile of dark-room goofs (really cool actually) that didn't print as well as I'd hoped. I sometimes incorporate them into art projects. I also cut up used canvases and stuff. I've got a pretty good flow going. I dumped a glob of red paint on my jeans and even that looks kinda groovy. Anyway, I'm not sure how long this will last. Sometimes I loose my mojo half way through a piece and have to stand it up against the wall for a few months.

New Year's Resolutions:

the obvious one: not pay a monthly gym membership for nothing. I live right down the block from my gym for crying out loud.

stop saying "for crying out loud"

cut my hair short. I've had long hair for way too long. I should try at least cut it shorter, like, to my shoulders. (aaah!)

stop compulsively buying bras and make do with the drawer full I already have

walk my dog more often

take more road trips

take my vitamins

return phone calls once in a while

I guess that was kinda boring. Nothing extreme like, stop robbing banks, showering while using the hair dryer, or having wild flings. Those are the things I have no intention of quitting.

Observations of the Day:
1. I can't stand Eva Longwhoria.
ii. MEN named Mark are almost always hot.
C. Orange juice with no pulp is like brownies with no chocolate.