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LiveJournal for krista.
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| Thursday, March 21st, 2002 |
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| color me pessimistic, but i'm not sure this little body can pull another 10 hour shift. must sleep. | ||
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| Wednesday, March 20th, 2002 |
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money pulled in to store today: $608.14 number of leaves eaten for customers: 6 types of aforementioned leaves: cinnamon basil, lemon basil, chocolate mint, dwarf curry, feverfew, pineapple sage times hit on head by hanging baskets: 12 times said "ouch" on first day back: 34 customer call backs that had been forgotten since i was fired: 4 hours worked today: 10 hours spent at work happy: 10. <333 |
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happy first day of spring to yall. happy first day back at work to me. |
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| Tuesday, March 19th, 2002 |
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i rule the world. and once again, the greenhouse. i will kick some ass tomorrow. i will love those plants healthy. |
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| Monday, March 18th, 2002 |
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this just made me laugh.Rampant!Blimey are you ever out of bed!? Looks like its nookie, nookie, nookie non-stop, but keep it up, its good exercise!HOW SEXUALLY ACTIVE ARE YOU? Test created by Nicole Ranner (  nicolelynch) and Ian Veitch (vj) |
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i have been awake for 18 hours. does not sound like much, but it is on this body. i have to say, i spent the night/morning talking to one of the most amazing people. and it's a shame you're not in louisiana. and i can say that because i'm drunk on sleeplessness. |
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| Sunday, March 17th, 2002 |
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good morning, mom. i really had fun yesterday. i missed hanging out with you, shopping with you, just spending time together (and yes, i appreciate the clothes ;) anyway. i told you all this, but i wanted to make sure you knew. love, krissy. |
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| Friday, March 15th, 2002 |
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stolen stolen stolen current mood: drunk current music: tool current taste: southern comfort current hair: dead current dress: panties and bryan's button up old navy shirt current annoyance: i'm alone current smell: gardenia candle current longing: man current game: the sims hot date current thing i ought to be doing: sleeping, keeping my mouth shut current windows open: ie/lj, aol, aim, sims current desktop picture: that kitty cat getting chased by puppets, wo the masturbation quote current favorite group: psh, tool current book: looking current cds in stereo: tool/undertow-opiate current colour of toenails: red current refreshment: southern comfort current worry: everything, nothing current crush: none current favorite celeb: current time wasting wish: new orleans current hate: being grown up today have i.. smiled?: yeah laughed?: yes, thank god for the golden girls cried?: no, for once bought something?: no danced?: no were sarcastic?: i can't remember talked to an ex?: two. weird. watched your favorite movie?: no a last time for everything.. last book you read: harry potter goblet of fire last movie you saw: cherry falls last song you heard: undertow -t ool on now last thing you had to drink: southern comfort last time you showered: a few hours ago last thing you ate: orange do you.. have sex?: yes sleep with stuffed animals?: live animals and clovis live in the moment?: no have a dream that keeps coming back?: yes play an instrument?: no believe there is life on other planets?: no idea remember your first love?: all the time still love him?: yes read the newspaper?: every day have any gay or lesbian friends?: yes believe in miracles?: no believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: yes consider yourself tolerant of others?: no consider love a mistake?: usually like the taste of alcohol?: yes have a favorite candy?: most believe in astrology?: no believe in magic?: no go to church?: no do well in school?: go to or plan to go to college?: yes wear hats?: i collect from the 20's - 50's, wear ski in the winter have any piercings?: just ears have any tattoos?: not yet hate yourself?: usually have an obsession?: always have a secret crush?: no do they know yet?: collect anything?: everything have a best friend?: three. four. millions. ha. wish on stars?: yes like your handwriting?: yes have any bad habits?: yes care about looks?: yes believe in witches?: yes believe in satan?: no |
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| Thursday, March 14th, 2002 |
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i was watching whose line is it anyway and i can't stop laughing. it hurts. ouch. laughing makes me want to fall in love with someone new and different. that is dangerous. will drink water and stop laughing. |
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ok, so i got outside like everyone told me to do. said it would make me feel better. WHEN DOES THE BETTER START? i feel achy and crampy and sore and tired and i smell like smoke. i remember once (maybe too well...it was dec. 30, 1999...like the day before i met marty or something) my mom told me that smoke follows beauty. i must be one hot lady. going to take a shower and lie down with a live animal and an old notebook. <333 erin claire's card. <333 neck massages from my dad. <333 my mom thinking of crawfish etouffee for me. <333 calls from pam. <333 giving katy and yorkie catnip. <333 clean socks, even though i can't find any. and yet..i still can't find the strength to smile. |
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we in this household are no longer allowing brendan shanahan anywhere near shiva. it just got too creepy. instead, he'll hang out with spooky (squeak, squeak). i cannot sleep at all anymore. afraid i'll miss something? afraid soemthing will get me? afraid i won't hear the phone ring? a knock at the door? afraid to wake up alone? yeah, probably all of it. gardenia veitchii, check it out. my new best friend. finally took pictures of bryan off of fridge. took down news clipping where they interviewed him after the bombings. took his dog tags off the desk. bagged up the 49356 single socks and threw them in the back of the closet. took down the picture from halloween, nurse and doctor, too drunk to fuck (i was referring to the song, gah). so. now my house is ober free. it was a joke. a bad one, but a joke. marty answered his phone last night. that was odd. maybe i was looking for a reason to be lonely, but instead i found him on the other line. pretty sweet. anyway. it's too cold to rake. i always said i loved louisiana and her neurotic weather, but she's starting to push my buttons. i know i would feel better if i got outside. but cold. is. it's just been too long. last night i decided to go to bed with some old writing. so i picked up an old notebook and went upstairs, got ready for bed, and snuggled up with clovis (my gator, yay). opened the notebook and it was empty. so i tried it again with another notebook. came downstairs into the dark and the cold and fumbled around. got a five subject from high school. brought it upstairs into the lamplight. empty. a folder? empty. apparently, magic has wiped my writing away. oh wait, it was all at the bottom of the box. so i stayed up until one, flipping through bad puns and storylines, overdramatic characters in fucked up situations, and things that were familiar and nice. fuck, if the cat didn't just scare me to pieces. i'm so nervous lately. and so tense. i think one reason i can't sleep at night is because it's so uncomfortable. my neck is so sore and my back is so out of it. argh. i would die without all things gardenia scented. my mom told me this morning that for every year of stress in your life, you lose three years. meaning what? i've lost 3, 6, 9 years of my life? would i even know it? no, probably not. mom, i wish you would get well, too. i honestly do. i know i'm weird and bitchy and wallowing in self-pity (and my hair looks like a bad 80s band died on top of my head) but i do love you and dad. the desk just started moving, so that's a sure sign i should sleep a couple more hours, wait for it to warm up. come on, come on, come on. |
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| Wednesday, March 13th, 2002 |
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yeah, so there. i have no idea where i am. i rake one pile of leaves over and over and refuse to move or set it on fire. i make baby jesus cry. brendan shanahan is in a very provocative postion with shiva, i guess i did it while bored. must. plant. thigns. before DEAD. feel like such a loser. am big loser. :D:D:D yay! happy fun and sunshine things! hate myself! yay! :D:D:D fluffy fucking bunnies!!! <33333 fuck. |
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| Friday, March 8th, 2002 |
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| it's never going to work. nothing is ever going to work. baton rouge is not going to work. being alone is not going to work. i just don't have the money, and i can't find it anywhere under a rock my popsicle is melting haha. god, i'm so sick. | ||
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| not going to baton rouge. kendra is being krista, makes for weirdness fuck it i'm not running out of time or anything. | ||
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well dear me. morning glory seeds are ready...all four packs of them. funny thing though, woke up this morning and checked up on the sunflowers (half an inch tall!)...and all their new little leaves were gone. just little light green stems. and the jiffy pots were all over the place. yes, york and puka decided to eat my sunflowers. argh. hopefully there wasn't too much damage. :D it was so cute i couldn't get mad. anyway, going to plant morning glories, basil, and catnip (like they need it!) then water things outside, and pack for baton rouge. |
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| Thursday, March 7th, 2002 |
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stolen from hollymarie Profession: evil question. Height: 5'3" Lucky number: 4 A smell that makes you pause: gardenias, smoke and onions (hi, kendra), nag champa A hobby that occupies your time: sleeping A city you'd like to visit: new york A country you'd like to explore: egypt Your favorite meal: crawfish etouffee A delicious dessert: cherry cheesecake A book you highly recommend: a confederacy of dunces - john kennedy toole The music you prefer while alone: jazz Your favorite band/artist: too many to name A film you could watch over and over: streetcar named desire A TV show you watch regularly: survivor, golden girls (shut up), forensic files (is that the name?) Your favorite time of the day: mid-morning Your favorite place to sit at home: my bed, when my room is clean/back patio when it's warm and tidy You live in: a cypress cabin Your transportation: a grey ford taurus Your cologne or perfume: romance by ralph lauren, soliel, burt's bees solid baby perfume (although no longer, since it's bryan's favorite) Something important on your night table: my glasses If you had a safe, in it you would keep: poetry folders, photographs Things you like to buy: plants and shoes, costume jewelry If you could afford it at this moment, you would buy: a place to live in baton rouge You collect: antique hats, but that's on hold Your strangest possession: ah. my swinging, oil-raining, 70's lamp bestowed upon me by my folks. :) Your most prized possessions: my kitty cats, my plants |
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so marty does read my journal. heh. i'm honored and flattered and er, yeah, so. weird shit going on. dr. appt. in an hour, i'm so tired, but it's my fault, i didn't go to bed and i completely forgot to score my morning glory seeds and soak 'em before i went to bed, which means i can't plant them today... i WILL however, plant my fuschia, gerber daisies, cyclamen, tulips (and other bulbs, primrose...and and and...i'm so afraid they'll freeze. :( damnit, louisiana, shape up. must go to baton rouge this weekend. will sleep in car. hear me, kendra? :) cenla really is bad for me, i think. was hungry at midnight last night, so went to fast food happiness that is wendy's (i am getting very fat) and ordered my food and just about died. didn't want the food. NONONO. drove home, was hungry again, all thoughts of bryan and his friends/girlfriend gone. yay. now, i just have to get out of my hometown, because it too, is tainted. erin claire, i miss your posts. liquid myst (i cannot for the life of me remember your name), thank you for all the job help. i'm trying to get down there as fast as i can :D hollymarie, congratulations. i wish people wanted to see me nude. :) <3 yall |
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| Tuesday, March 5th, 2002 |
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| okyouknowwhat? it's completely and TOTALLY MY FAULT. yes, i skipped my meds this morning. yes, i can feelthe change, but fuck all that. YES I CAN SEE THAT I NEED THEM I"M NOT GODDAMN STUPID. i just need the fuck out of here. i was going to call my mom and ask her if she wanted me to go grocery shopping for her and dad since they're busy but then i realize ican't even drive into the cityk, because bryan's there. fuckfuckfuck. GUESS I"LL TAKE MY FUCKING MEDS NOW< OK? | ||
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people are like plants: you can get away with ignoring them for a bit, because you have other things going on...they understand that. but. if. you. want. to. keep the plant. on your side. and alive. every fucking once in awhile you have to water it. and talk to it. and remind it that you like it and enjoy it's existence. otherwise, the plant disappears. you know who you are. |
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does anyone know how i can raise some money? anyone want to donate to the move-krista-to-baton-rouge-and-away-from-b jesus. i wish i was joking. i need to move soon, and just don't have the finances. lost my job, right? of course you all knew that. i can easily get a job in baton rouge, i'm sure of it, with two years experience...it's just that i need a place to live. someone...pleeeease help me. i don't want to be stuck. miss havisham? |
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LiveJournal for krista.
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amused.
lonely.
confused.
awake.
hungry.
tired.