The Triumphant Return of the KBK
Well isn't this handy? I don't even need to change my avatar because it is mutha-fuckin Christmas. 3 years later, and here I am. Alive, somewhat drunk and looking at 1 more semester of college. This must be the most belated return ever. Good enough, being that I have few expectations of myself anymore. Writer? Ha! More like exhibitionist. Soil scientist, mediocri-naire. I'm not quite sure what I want out of life at this point other than happiness, love, sex (yes, separate from love, though together...), intuition, knowledge, and clarity. I say that last bit as I write this, 3 concussions and counting. Good thing I believe in rejuvenation. If I didn't I'd be fucked. But self-deprecation always fit so nicely on me: like any beautiful woman who likes to be complimented. Well, livejournal, we'll see how this goes. The wind outside only reminds me at the fickleness of commitments, a second from now and the air is gone, an hour from now and it's in another state. The same air never comes back again, except for maybe years later. Wow, that was unexpectedly hopeful, let's end on that. Bon soir.