Showing posts with label step your pussy up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label step your pussy up. Show all posts

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Thirst of the Wedding March



I've given myself a 72 hour cap on being the insufferable person who bounces ideas about their thesis off of the majority of people in their life.  Luckily, just shy of the 72 mark, it has been not only decided and solidified - but it has ignited everything in the best of ways.  I look forward to researching and writing it. I can't wait.

I now have three months and two weeks in which to do it.

I'm still chomping at the bit and

as excited as the night before any big event

that keeps you awake at night. 

Thank you to all of those whose ears and eyes I have bent to the ground in discussion. 

In the meantime, I've been picking out lip colors based on documentaries about Jodi Arias
and the only explanation I can offer is that

I

am going


to kill this shit.



Let's go. 


k.

(image: Martina Matencio)

Wednesday, June 27, 2018

A Stone Cold Bitch Isn't Blushing

Yesterday was weird.

In the span of 1.5 minutes while waiting for a friend, I had a yelling man run up to me and ask me to hold his headphones because he was going to kick this other man's ass.  I just said "No." He walked off yelling and then another man came up to me and said "Hey I don't want to bother you or anything, I just want to say hello." To which I said "Hi."

(Casey, hilariously, was like what kind of fighter doesn't fight with his headphones on? It's way better with a soundtrack. lol)

Today is weird too.

Also, I'm over-relating to this video that the ever fabulous Theodora/Teddy Quinlivan posted specifically, and currently, the hilarious endpoint.


furious with how...


Be well, be loved, stop oscillating and do the work,

k.
(title: Quote from the ever fabulous Theodora Quinlivan)
(image: Stefanie Moshammer via www dot museumsportal-berlin dot de)