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November 21, 2004 at 4:56 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
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Love or relationship?
I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting about love and the effects it has on me. Naturally impulsive, sometimes in the past I’ve fallen into relationships even though I didn’t really have any feelings for them beyond the first spark that ignites when I’m getting to know a person. Once the mystery is gone, and I get the moment of ‘aha!’ and realize what had attracted me to the person in the first place, I usually begin to lose interest.
Throughout my short ass life, I think I’ve loved two people. The first feels like a mistake of childhood. The second I’m still not over. Hell, the first I’m still not completely ‘over’.
Can you ever really stop loving someone once you’ve completely given into the feeling?
I really don’t think you can. And yet… a big part of me wants a relationship. Even with all these fucked up feelings inside of me, myself knowing that my heart — esepcially right now — does not have room for anyone else.
Am I that superficial, physical, a person, that I just want someone to lean on, someone to hold my hand, someone to label in my mind as mine? — Even though in my heart I know right now that regardless what is physical, mentally I cannot belong to anyone else?
I still wear the necklace he gave me. When I touch it I remember his words before he left.
I’m so selfish.
Love,
Kim
November 21, 2004 at 4:01 am · Filed under Rigamarole
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Renewed VIGOR!
Okay… Once again I’m going to attempt to revive my writing spirit. This time my theme is VIGOR! Haha. 
While fixing up the layout a little bit (just moving it from one server to another), and busting out with some old-ass coding skillz. Oh yeah, THE PIMP IS BACK…. With VIGOR!!!
Anyway, my goal is to get the amount of visitors back to at least what is now my “average” on my EXTREEMMEEEEEEE (ode to LAN) Tracking. So…It’s down to around 130 a day at this point. YIPES! I barely get 15 hits a day these days. 
You know what that means, right? I just have to make better content.
That, and get naked more often.
What? Who said that?
Love,
Kim
November 21, 2004 at 2:31 am · Filed under Rigamarole
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I am so cool!
After doing a whole bunch of searching and a crapload of procrastinating, I found a PERL script that allows one to simutaneously post on MovableType and Xanga at once — thus allowing me to have my own layout [YAY] and post on Xanga at the same time (for those of you who are xanga-ites…) Yay me.
Um. Yeah, I’m a nerd — but hey, at least I didn’t actually WRITE the script [hehe.. though if I didn’t find one I might have. ;_;)
BUT! If you want to do the same thing (I know a few of you out there own your own sites… Here is the URL for the script =D
http://www.markwang.com/projects/xangamirror/
November 21, 2004 at 2:24 am · Filed under Rigamarole
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Testing
Testing my new blog mirroring software.
November 8, 2004 at 2:17 am · Filed under Rigamarole
New blog…
http://madpimp.klover.org
July 19, 2004 at 11:42 am · Filed under Rigamarole
I was thinking something deep and profound today. And then I lost it to the beautiful weather.
July 16, 2004 at 12:09 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m depressed. I want to drown myself in drink. It makes me wonder if I’m an alcoholic. — Perhaps I’m just a hypochondriac.
July 16, 2004 at 12:08 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Today’s poem:
I remember.
the day before yesterday —
When life was meaningful
and all of a sudden
it wasn’t.
June 10, 2004 at 7:56 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Announcement!
For a while I am going to cut out all meat except for fish from my diet. If you see me eating anything that goes against this you are fully allowed to make me do 1 embarassing thing.
June 2, 2004 at 4:58 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Dear Friend
//Begin Installation #3
She heard a sound on the other side of the bedroom window. “What’s going on?” she wondered to herself, as she peered through the window.
“What is he doing here?” “Why is he looking at me?” She began to feel scared. It was dark. There was no place to go.
“Excuse me, ma’am, you’re going to have to come with me.”
She turned, to see a policeman. “I’ve done nothing wrong!” she cried.
“This is tresspassing, ma’am.”
Silently she followed the man to the car, staring longingly back at the window that called to her every night.
//End Installation #3
Love,
Kim.
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