this has actually been sitting in my journal private since the 08 of the 08
it was too-much to bother with.
today i handled the explosion of so much amber and pink glowing light impeccably. i was unnaturally calm and charlie fell in love with me a bit more i think. i exhibited extrasensory powers on at least seven occasions.
he took these pictures. this is the place i fell in love, hard. "raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens",
after that my sense of vision changed, everything took on the funny magnetised glow that every foto ever taken in that house takes on too.
"from fancy endings to faux beginnings"; i read that somewhere and that sounds about right.
dreams, decay, i did a total brittany murphy in that house.
for some reason i knew she'd be born on november tenth just like me even though no one else ever has been. it makes sense.
charlie started to pale from it and i fucking lost it.
we were a family though, our other housemate crabby who is the bipolar poster boy for the pharmaceutical profession doing their job right, accidentally called me klmph one day and it stuck.
=because everyone calls me by my initials
klf
=because im a brat and say 'hmph' a lot.
it was cute, he wasn't being clever he was just confused.
my ex ex boyfriend used to tell me i was an uppity poodle when i was moody.
kitten when i was nice.
bambi trying on my black wig because it made no sense to me she was blond.
she's slowly introducing black to her extensions, like nicole ritchie, easing into a complete image overhaul. we were gonna look like a couple of witches together.