as many of you know, 2004 is a leap year. no, this isn't a post to inform all of you that i will only be 6, because my birthday is not february 29th, it is actually june 2nd. mark it. remember it. this also is not a post to inform you of why we have leap years. this, my friends, is a fair warning to guys, and an encouragement to women. this sunday, february 29th, 2004, it is acceptable for women to propose to men. personally, i have been saving for four years for the perfect gold band for the man who has won my heart over. "but kim! who could it be??!!??" that my friends, you will just have to wait and see. and if any of you want to make your move before i am officially off the market, you can write me at justaweirdkid@hotmail.com with 10 reasons why you love me, and ten reasons why i should love you.

i had to put tape on my knee to stop my pants from rubbing. i think i am about to have a panic attack.

"KID! YOU'RE GONNA BE A STAR!"

thursday. february 19th, 2004. after a long, hard day at the office, i decide to run some errands. i jump on the access road, heading straight for walmart. i have got to get some food. grab some things here and there, stare at the cute produce guy, nothing new. back in car, and heading for home. jason mraz sings my song. unloading is always the worst part of grocery shopping, but luckily i managed to get it up in one load, with the help of becky. since we are on such a roll, we decide to head to the parentals for some dinner and so we could use their washer and dryer. two loads. that's not bad, considering there are another 5 sitting in the closet. i play on the computer, finishing up my fafsa. becky works on her math homework. this almost feels like we are back in high school. it's 10:00PM, and i am pooped and very ready to go home. me and becky decide to leave our laundry until tomorrow.

who would have known that that miniscule decision would haunt me for years to come??

beep beep beep beep. the worst sound in the world. this time i can't hit snooze. got bills to pay. open the closet door...all of the pants that i wear are at mom's. hmm. i opt for the $1.00 polyester skirt i bought in high school. becky lovingly refers to it as my tacky skirt. no big deal. i love this skirt, holes and all. since it is 8:23, and i am supposed to be to work at 8:30, i opt to not put on make-up, and to throw my hair up in a spikey ponytail. it's friday after all. february 20th. today is misty's birthday, and we decide to meet her at cilantro's for lunch to celebrate that she turned.......21. and then i see him. he was handing our forms and making everyone sign them. and then i see the letterhead. fox34. oh no. okay, okay. whatever it is will probably be on the five o'clock news...no one will see it anyways. he approaches. "we are doing a commercial....." and that's all i heard. it's worse than i thought. eternal embarrassement...and i in my tacky skirt

so, be on the lookout. if you happen to see a bright blue skirt with hawaiin style flowers in the middle of your favorite tv show...that's me. not the wallpaper.

ode to a ba-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad blog

snap. snap. snap. snap. snap. snap.

blogger. blah-ger. blah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ger.
you used to be good,
but now you're from tha hood,
you sure went ghetto on me.

snap. snap. snap. snap. snap. snap.

archives, tha links, the comments and everything else,
they are what made you,
so what's there i can do?
i want you to be the best blog.

but no. you couldn't even win a lousy poll.

do, do, do, do, do, do, do badada, dum, dum, da-dum. dum, dum da-dum. dum, dum da-dum.

today is an infamous day. today i ate my first cadberry egg for the year. believe you me, it will be followed by many more of it's little friends before easter is over. and so, this question must be asked.

do you prefer the inside of your cadberry egg to be solid, or runny? i like 'em solid.

oh, and by the way...bless your heart, 7:00PM. it's a party for misty c's birthday. and i made the cake. just be there.

sorry it has been 10 days since my last post. my blog had been of such high quality that blogger wrote me and asked that i wait the standard 10 days for such quality posting to sink in. and so, here i am, back and ready for action. probation is hard.

so. another work week. today, my great task is to go through ALL of the texas department of family protective services, and change ALL of their emails. by one letter. been at it for an hour and a half, and i just now hit the b's. bell. the best thing i have ever seen with my own two eyes...with the assistance of a pair of contacts that is...cause i don't see too much without them.

bell...baker..butler..............

the best thing ever: when the LADY i work with puts in the outkast cd.

these emotions are new, and i don't like them. helplessness? is this what that feels like? apathy. i know that feeling full well, but this is such a new dynamic of it. an angry apathy. run? no. there is such a strong pull, one that directly opposes the apathy that runs so deep right now. a relentless conflict, much like our war with the flesh...and pressing on is the only way through. so press on i will. through anger, and grief, and sadness that i have never known. fighting and letting go. i don't know which one will be harder.

i like that if i sit quiet and still, i can almost hear red house painters.
i like my new cd. it makes me want to skip.
i like that old friends are like soap operas. you can not see them for days, and nothing has changed.
i like that this template looks like the wallpaper at subway.
i like new friends.
i like monday is already over.
i like that i was missed by a few.
i like my new walmart shoes.
i like that my clothes still smell like laundry detergent.
i like being shot in the chest sunday morning, and still feeling the bruises friday.