Chick Habbit

Last night I went on a midnight shopping spree to Blockbuster and got But I'm A Cheerleader - a genuis of a film combining cheerleaders, lesbians, political satire, slap-stick comedy, stereotype humour, and a soppy love story! It is magnificent. Truely. They cheer, they lead, they get gay!

Righty-o

Lisa (hysteria...I cant work out the silly codey thing yet.. and its Sunday... and whatever) is excited by football stuff. I am worried...

Of course, my being excited by politics is decidedly the very definition of COOL.

Seroxat cold turkey... and no cranberry sauce, boohoo.

Right.... I think I rather like having crushes (or is it Crushi?). Why am i typing plural, when really it is singular. Women are so fantastic... ah yes... hmm... happy places... naughty places... :D

Mwah love and hugs Kim X

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The inner termoil, a consequence of th decision that must be made, the choices of who we are, how we are to define ourselves, and the manner in which we want to be considered.

These decisions are important. Especially when I relate so much to the symbolisms of actions as demonstrations of the soul.

These decisions that could be simple are no longer. I cannot excuse my actions. When there is a me as an I, I can permit myself to do anything. When thinking more of who I know, and the conceptions I have of morality and self-respect, and respect in general, everything becomes very complex.

I know the answer is easy. Easy. But where can I run to? I need to run, I need to get to the place of no-return and break down the walls and constraints. I need to invoke a crisis, i can work in a crisis. This day to day monotony of normalcy is destructive, and I seem to seek out causes for self-destruction.

Fortune favours the brave.
Does it? What is fortune? What is favour? What is brave?
Definitions of the self shape our understanding if everything. The All. God if that is your cup-of-tea.
Kali is mine. The eye of the storm. The placid terror. The disease on the blood waiting to creep into your heart and rip your soul to shreds.

Dammmit.

The paths differ, the destination is the same. The place is nowhere, and everywhere. We seek for an eternity for the truth we are born with. Everything we need we are born with. What we want we must seek out like vultures over a barren land. The true question is, when circlng, looking for your wants, can you see the beauty in the landscape? Or are you looking at a cruelly shaped world set to test and hurt you? Or is it just life?

I think I need more caffine, a little nicotine and a hug.
And Eliza, or Angelina, or Clea or (now this would be telling.. ;D)

Love to all

Kim XxX