The One That Wants You DEAD

the last time my journal was commented on was May 4th.

fucking assholes.

*kristyn*

i'm so super stoked right now. i was dicking around on tmobile.com and found that for the low low price of 20cents per message, i can automatically have my horoscope texted to me every morning at 8 am. EVERY MORNING! yesssss!

in other news, i made bad coffee this morning and have no way to contact the world because my psycho mother took my phone to dollars corner bar last night then never came home. (she didn't leave with some hick, she stayed out in amboy with her friend krista) regardless, i have no fucking phone. no way to beckon dear ashley for coffee and a bowl. shit.

i finally got a haircut yesterday. thank god, i had a mean mullet thing happening that was just unacceptable. but alas, i will never go back to tangles for a haircut because my stylist michelle was a bitch and they raised their prices from 35 to 42. UNACCEPTABLE!

i have to work today. a weenie shift of 3-6 for training purposes. god. being new is terribly scary. i feel inept.

well, i think i'm going to make toast and then proceed to clean up the mess we made texturing the walls in my living room and hallway.

*kristyn*

its so funny how life can be so much better when i just try to look at it from a different angle. a new perspective if you will...

just last week i was having sushi with adam (the day after my first attempt) wallowing in some kind of hungover depression of both life and love. thats why it rocks to be me. ;* i'm so fucking ridiculous. crazy. no matter how you look at it. crazy for what and for who and why...? well, apparently you'll just have to get me drunk to find out. but fuck that noise. i need to keep people out of my head. its a terrible place to be, not to mention i cant stand the thought of being any more vulnerable. i'm like some terrible stone creature that turns pink and soft when you pour alcohol on it. thank god for giving me only bits and fuzzy pieces of memory. seek therapy... HA! My problem is that i dilute the truth of the situation with fuzzy memories of warm and wonderful.

the lonely, the sad, the cold. it's working already. make no mistake, everything happens for a reason.

i'm needy...

i need to grow as a person.

today i feel uber chill. i feel happy in the fact that i may very well be employed soon. (HOPEFULLY) ps, thanks rachael.

and also, that things could be worse.

i will soon have...

*all the big sexy hair products i'll ever need (tomorrow)*

oh fuck yes.

kristyn is definitely a good place to be today. my horoscope says to relax and i plan on doing exactly that.

now, to get off this machine of death and make it happen.

crazy.

it's friday the 13th and our stupid president is in town.

I spent my morning scrubbing dog piss out of my furniture. I swear to god that dog is taking a trip to the humane society soon. buddy. the dog that took a shit ON MY BED about 6 months ago. he deserves the gas he's gunna get when no one adopts him cuz he sucks so much. grrrr.

now, (after folding about 6 loads of laundry) i'm printing out fandango and getting information on "The Bite" in portland. it looks pretty cool. it's all these fancy places to eat in portland and they all bring samples of their cuisine to Waterfront Park. I think it's like 5 bucks to get in.

Best part... they have wine tasting. and i'm not spitting that shit out.

other than that, just another day. woke up, went to starbucks, got stoned, cleaned shit, looked for a job online, filled out some applications, now here i am.

it's 2:15. time for my first screwdriver...

thank god for vodka. without it, i may not make it through this hell they call unemployment.

*kristyn*

ok, so just alotta job hunting, vodka drinking, and batman the animated series watching.

its been fun, but i really want to go back to work.

WANT...

nothing exciting ever, cept the occasional hanging out with good people.

playing pool and drinking with friend james tomorrow if he doesn't cancel on me. (which he shouldn't because it would be CRUEL since he avoids me all the time now, bastard that he is... ;) will be tons of fun i'm sure.

anyway, i'm going to go make myself stunning and job hunt.

then, i'm going to come home, and try to finish my half gallon of vodka.

some things never change...ever

well fuck.

"here i go again on my own

goin down the only road i've ever known

like a drifter i was born to walk alone

but i've made up my mind..."

some 80's buttrock band stuck in my head. shit.

why haven't friends tryed to rescue me yet?

please! someone take me OUT and BUY ME DRINKS! i'll even settle for happy hour you cheap bastards!

feeling better and ready to get OUT!!!!!!!!

please note that i am only available saturday through tuesday. ;(

hey, i know someone who has tuesdays off now that should DEFINATLY take me for drinks and pool... :) come on friend! make it happen! :) and mullis should come too.

there, now you have something to do on tuesday :)

maybe.

i think friend adam may have fallen into some kind of dj "black hole". not that it would be hard to fall into whatever he wanted. meat market is right!

ok, i have to job hunt for a while. maybe it'll rock.

i do love the rocking.

*kristyn*

you say goodbye...

i say hello...

i dont know why you say goodbye...

i say hello...

hello hello!

2 days and counting!!!


*quivers with excitment and antici---pation*

*krissietan*

you fuckers never comment on my journal.

it's like talking to a brick wall.

i have to go and cry now.

*kristyn*

ps, 4 more days till my birthday!!!!!!!

:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P

sometimes i forget exactly how strong i am. how i can handle the worst of things, maybe not with tact or grace, but handle them none-the-less.

i'd like to add a blurb of my own...

thank you friend for being everything i need when i need it. thank you for not judging me everytime i freak out about, well, things. you know i'm going to get through it slowly but surely. you give me faith that i can be the happy wonderful kristyn i have the potential to be. you see things in me i dont think i ever will. thank you for that. thank you for all of your kindness and support through what has been the most stressful series of life mishaps so far. thank you thank you thank you.

thanks. thanks a lot. thanks guys.

;)

seriously though, it's crunch time. only 5 more days till my birthday!!!!!
twenty one! twenty one! twenty one one one!

i know some of you think last minute shopping is cool, but it's not! so get on it.

i tease friends. only tease.

come give me hugs on my birthday and i'll be the happiest girl ever.

*kristyn*

i put in my two weeks at the paper zone.

yay!

i currently have no job offers, but am seeking something clerical. possibly data entry.

definatly more than 7.51 an hour.

fucking bastards. i hate that place.

um.

only 13 more days till my birthday. i know you're all spending every waking moment pondering what elaborate gift you want to get me... sure you are. if you're 21 you should come to my fancy bar party on the 24th at midnight.

i am taking suggestions on which particular bar is fanciest.
so feel free to leave a comment.

if you suggest the accropolis, i will hire someone to shoot you between the eyes.

think semi-classy.

blah.

today was kind of shitty.

getting a facial tonight, that should be painful and not a lot of fun.

2 more days till a day off..........

*kristyn*

ok, so i was being a little drastic earlier...

after all, it is none of my business.

must learn to harness these raging emotions that come over me and just keep my stupid mouth shut.

me and my always revealing my weaknesses.

need to be more sneaky and secretive.

like a ninja.

a ninja who kills men.

and babies.

and any who cross her path.

*kristyn*

ok, so i just went through and deleted a bunch of people off my friends list. i was going through said list and there was just a lot of bullshit i really dont give a fuck about.

i think leanne changed her lj name and somehow got onto my friends list.

this is not ok.

also recently deleted, jason medlin. that fucker never has anything nice to say and well he talks to dumb bitch marie, which makes him...a dumb bitch.

things are good, i finally see the light at the end of my tunnel.

james and i are good again i think. so maybe there wont be anymore stupid drama.

UH...

yeah, so thats it.

if you were deleted, you're probably a dumb bitch or friends with one. in which case you should immediatly kill yourself and do the world a favor.

*kristyn*

(kirby! if you're out there, dont forget you said i could come visit you and your babies so give me a call! :)

i am

i am everything

i am kristyn

i am lush

i am friend

i am lover

i am relentless

i am interested

i am fierce

i am kind

i am silent

i am contemplative

i am uneasy

i am

*kristyn*

i rock.

that is all.

fuck you billy!!!!
you can shove your tai bo where the sun dare not shine!!!!

ouch.


i love my cat.

i love my man.



it's nice to have a shit day and come home to someone that thinks tickling you "makes you happy". just because i'm smiling and laughing, doesn't mean i like it! :)


i cant wait for my starbucks! and... IT'S PAYDAY!

*kristyn*

i'm excited. only 2 more hours in this wretched hell-hole.

going to the mall for a pearl necklace.

not like that sicko.

my mom is hell bend on getting me "something i can keep forever" for my 21st birthday.

how about a lifetime supply of vodka?

i'd enjoy that more i think.

good times, good times...

my body is sore from pilates, and other physical exertions... ;)

hell yeah.

ok.

fuck you, gotta go!

*kristyn*

ugh.

this is why i'm a drug addict.

ugh.

thank god for nathan.


can you die from snorting random pills?
sometimes i see black...

i want to watch you bleed...

as i have since the day i met you...

*kristyn*

a bunch of stupid shit is going down, but i'm not allowed to talk about it.

why?

i have a big mouth and a way of getting all up in the middle of other peoples business (only with the intention of helping solve the situation) but still all up in the middle of OTHER peoples business.

sometimes its my business too... but out i will stay for further notice.

james makes me sad. he no longer gets drunk for fun, but to numb up i think. which worries and saddens me. sad my friend is gone, sad my friend is sad, sad my friend doesnt talk to me, and most of all worried. "not my worry anymore" but still my friend, and still worried. more sad with every phone call, more worried with every livejournal posting... amazing how once something becomes so important to you, you cant cut yourself free completly. james is still james under his sad and avoidance of me, and i am still kristyn who cares about my friend, who was once the best of friends...

i hope i'm not getting myself into trouble. most of what i write on LJ is VERY misinterpreted by SOME... you know who you are and i love you TONS so chill. :)

in other news my baby is rapidly growing up and is no longer a stumbly little kitty but now a rambunctious little hellion. ash called after she took her kitty to the vet and told me that mine may have worms becuz hers did. (they're from the same litter) anyway, after a thourough butthole inspection i'm fairly sure that she's good to go (will the record state that patrick confessed that he would perform said inspection for 5$ and with his tongue for 10$)

gross. i know.

nathan and i are doing fabulous. i was a bit worried for a while with our constant bickering, but we've talked through the majority of our problems and things have been right as rain.

conversation is a beautiful tool.

tool.

39 DAYS TILL I TURN 21!!!

GIFTS AND BOOZE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

*kristyn*

I have named my kitty. Oni. (that's a long o folks)

nathan looked up the names of a bunch of demons for me (bcuz she's a feisty little biter) and he found Oni. it's a japanese demon that envokes storms or something. it's cute. i love it.

fun and games last nite. went over to pats with nathan, which i was very uneasy about at first (especially when pats mom attacked me with hugs). but all was well. they bantered about comic books and things of that nature for quite some time. rock and roll.

so now i'm just waiting to get off of work and begin my weekend. as you can see, i'm working hard today. whatever. FUCK YOU PAPER ZONE FOR MAKING ME WORK ON A NATIONAL HOLIDAY. AND YES, MOTHERS DAY IS A NATIONAL HOLIDAY. ITS ON THE CALENDER.

drug dealers should be more honest.

and less shadey.

*kristyn*

fear my wrath, for i am god.