It's not me. It's you.

I wear my sunglasses at night

because I don't want you to recognize me.

posted by k. @ 9:07 PM 0 comments

I need page . . . what is it? Standards! Standards . . . standards . . . standards . . .

From now on I am going to carry a small survey with me at all times to give to guys before I give them any personal information about myself. Not just phone number. We're talking First Name. It is going to look like this:

If we continue to spend time together, will I eventually realize that you are really, really creepy?

Check one:

Yes __ No __ Maybe __

posted by k. @ 5:32 PM 0 comments

Ok, I have a blog

I have a blog, but really this is just more of a placeholder for when I drop everything, move to NYC, get a small dog, put that small dog in a bag and then find out that i'm like three years behind on the dog-in-a-small-bag trend and then something involving an awkward moment in Versace and a little piddle spot.
Then, I will get a bunch of cats and pirate wireless internet from my parents from my "apartment" in the basement and tell everyone about my cats.
Unless they change the wireless internet password.
But until then, all I've got for you is this - It's not me. It's you. When I told you it was me, I lied. Now please stop calling.

posted by k. @ 9:51 PM 0 comments