Namaste

2006-12-07

bash.org

#713079 +(207)- [X]
(CRAZY/CUTE)-(PAST RELATIONSHIPS)+(CURRENT OUTLOOK)-(INTELLIGENCE)=COMPATABILITY
IT IS THE CALLED THE "SHE'S NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS, TRUST ME" FORMULA
love is blind
lust is deaf
PSYCHOSIS IS OBVIOUS
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yeah
What are the plans for new years? Seriously, I forgot it was quickly approaching. I have no plans whatsoever and really, every god damn day is a new year. eh. One of you is bound to call me and we'll go to a party and we'll get shitfaced and talk about it the morning. Good times.

If I live to be 70 I will only have 48 more new years nights.
If I live to be 70 I will only have 48 summers.
48 springs
48 winters
48 birthdays
48 of your birthdays (if you live to 70)
maybe 7 blue moons
you've already seen the only comet you've seen...
unless you see comets everyday, and birthdays everyday, and something springs everyday and things happen 'once in a blue moon' for you everyday. Then you are creating your own reality.
if I do live to be 70....I will have been 70 48 times already.
I will have the chance to look back on my life and think that I was reborn everyday. That I took life in stride. I was never serious about such a ridiculous thing and I saw things that I know were significant to my life. I created things. I found things in people they couldn't find in themselves. I was on the receiving end of these situations as well. I taught, I learned, I grew and I was thankful. I was sad. I was angry. I was filled with such bliss I could have died in moments and been so lost in those seconds I would have been none the wiser. I knew I was none the wiser. I was sick. I was well. I was humiliated. I was insatiated. I was in lust, love and I was hurt. I was healed and I was mourned. I was capable and weak. I was speechless and profound. I was black eyed and jealous. Wide eyed and intrigued. I was brutal and dishonest. I was painfully real and stubborn. Ugly and beautiful. Strong and resilient. Earthy and vulnerable. Spacey and empty.
I was 22 and I was myself, at least for a moment.
How many moments do I have if I live to 70?
If I make each moment equate to 70 years then I will have lived 4900 lives in every moment.

I don't know where this is going.

I think that may be the problem.
I love you all.
Nice to meet you.
My name is Katrina.

Katrina at 11:13 PM



Namaste

2006-12-07

bash.org

#713079 +(207)- [X]
(CRAZY/CUTE)-(PAST RELATIONSHIPS)+(CURRENT OUTLOOK)-(INTELLIGENCE)=COMPATABILITY
IT IS THE CALLED THE "SHE'S NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS, TRUST ME" FORMULA
love is blind
lust is deaf
PSYCHOSIS IS OBVIOUS
-------------------
yeah
What are the plans for new years? Seriously, I forgot it was quickly approaching. I have no plans whatsoever and really, every god damn day is a new year. eh. One of you is bound to call me and we'll go to a party and we'll get shitfaced and talk about it the morning. Good times.

If I live to be 70 I will only have 48 more new years nights.
If I live to be 70 I will only have 48 summers.
48 springs
48 winters
48 birthdays
48 of your birthdays (if you live to 70)
maybe 7 blue moons
you've already seen the only comet you've seen...
unless you see comets everyday, and birthdays everyday, and something springs everyday and things happen 'once in a blue moon' for you everyday. Then you are creating your own reality.
if I do live to be 70....I will have been 70 48 times already.
I will have the chance to look back on my life and think that I was reborn everyday. That I took life in stride. I was never serious about such a ridiculous thing and I saw things that I know were significant to my life. I created things. I found things in people they couldn't find in themselves. I was on the receiving end of these situations as well. I taught, I learned, I grew and I was thankful. I was sad. I was angry. I was filled with such bliss I could have died in moments and been so lost in those seconds I would have been none the wiser. I knew I was none the wiser. I was sick. I was well. I was humiliated. I was insatiated. I was in lust, love and I was hurt. I was healed and I was mourned. I was capable and weak. I was speechless and profound. I was black eyed and jealous. Wide eyed and intrigued. I was brutal and dishonest. I was painfully real and stubborn. Ugly and beautiful. Strong and resilient. Earthy and vulnerable. Spacey and empty.
I was 22 and I was myself, at least for a moment.
How many moments do I have if I live to 70?
If I make each moment equate to 70 years then I will have lived 4900 lives in every moment.

I don't know where this is going.

I think that may be the problem.
I love you all.
Nice to meet you.
My name is Katrina.

Katrina at 11:13 PM