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here's something anthony and i put together one sunday afternoon. please bear with my photography; it was my first time using anything other than a point-and-click camera. (make sure you view the pictures in order!)
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( i still say it's a love story )
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| pillow smells |
[10 Dec 2004|02:01pm] |
to determine whether your love for your sweetheart is genuine, smell their pillow.
do you want to lay there all day and all night and forever? you are in love.
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| golden wishes, golden smiles |
[09 Dec 2004|06:18pm] |
were you all wondering what i want for christmas?
true desires
and as a matter of fact, i would like my two front teeth for christmas!
you see, i still have many of my baby teeth. this is because there aren't, and never were, big grown-up teeth growing in my gums to push out the baby roots. it's so cute, i know. to have little midget teeth forever.
but recently i learned that no amount of flossing will prevent my little chompers from falling out around the tender age of 45.
it's okay, though. because at 45 i will have acquired major bling, and four of the most shiny gold teeth you ever saw.
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| chair adoration |
[09 Dec 2004|01:06pm] |
dashing and danish:
herman miller, oh, you!:
(from www.centurymodern.com)
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| our weaknesses |
[08 Dec 2004|06:43pm] |
merryweather is easily startled. this would not be such a problem, except that i suspect she was trained in the fine art of ninja karate kwon do before she fell into a bit of a bad situation and was picked up by the pound, where she was subsequently swept away by a girl with a soft spot for the fallen kittens of the world. there are many things about merryweather's physique that make her a prime candidate for ninjahood: for one thing, she is graceful and tiny, she can flutter through corridors and creep around corners without betraying any hint of her petite presence. and she possesses an eerie sense of the wickedness in us all: if you are up to the slightest bit of mischief, she will squint her eyes at you, her pupils will narrow to sharp slits; and that is a grave warning from her to you (she is just, she does not strike without forewarning nor without a proper cause). as a third testament to her ninja temperament, she is acrobatic. she can somersault in mid-air, walk the thinnest of tightropes, backflip and land securely on her feet, a feather in her teeth like a feline yankee doodle. her tremendous swiftness may fool the naked eye into believing that she runs into walls; in fact, she increases her velocity by launching herself from a wall in a single deft manuever, so quick as to create an optical illusion designed to deceive observers of her true skill. finally, she does not have claws. oh no. for if she did i think my milky skin would remained unblotched (or, at least, without any permanent scars). instead, she has ten of the sharpest needles, thin and clear, perfect little hooks. and for every time you fail to clean her litter box or to remain hushed when she is in the midst of stalking a spider (eight arthropodic joints trembling) or to mash her fancy feast into bite-sized morsels, she will swipe you with those fierce hooks. my arms are covered with the tally marks of my bad behavior. and my psychiatrist looks at me from atop his little green notebook and checks off the box: self-destructive. and so merryweather's instincts are sharp as needle pricks; her sense of revenge is balanced, yet unforgiving.
and yet every ninja is not without a weak point. merryweather is easily startled. if you happen to come upon her from behind, say, while you are carrying the laundry down the hall, and she is resting in a small corner, she will be entirely, perfectly alarmed. she will spring up, run into a wall (truly), turn only to bounce off the opposite wall, ricochet from the bookcase, and then spit, swipe, and snarl at the air, until she has tangled herself into a snug, flustered ball, her tail tucked under her so far that she mistakes it for some other sort of predator-accomplice come to finish her off.
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| come on-a my house, i'm gonna give you candy |
[08 Oct 2004|09:48pm] |
i need to lease my west campus apartment, a 1/1 for $600/month. it's so quaint! it's the upper level of an old house, which means you get a treetop, bird's-eye view. it has shiny oak floors and lots of windows with soft light filtering in through the branches. it has a sexy french-style bathtub, a gas stove, a built-in vanity for big primpin', nooks and crannies everywhere, built-in shelving, an absurd amount of closet space, glass-front cabinets in the kitchen, an owner-maintained garden...and oh, a window unit--which i find is not that bad at all because the place is small enough to cool down pretty quickly. it's on the corner of nueces and mlk, so it's about a five-minute walk to campus/the dobie, and it's right by a lot of bus stops, including west campus, gold dillo, and the 1. but if you've got a car, it's got a space right behind the house. the landlords are the coolest, nicest ever--and if you have kitties, or maybe even a small dog, they can come with you without any pet deposit. available november 1. email me at katycometrue at mail.utexas.edu to schedule a viewing, and go here for my pictures or to the landlord's site at www.barkleyinvestments.com > featured properties for unfurnished pictures.
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| i will retire to my boudoir |
[06 Sep 2004|12:20am] |
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does anyone know if it's possible to move the entire contents of your journal to a new username? this username is so eighteen-years-old. specifically, i want to keep my current layout and my quiz entry. but i'm not so hip to the livejournal scene that i want to purchase a paid account to do this. and oh, i just can't deal with trying to figure out < and > and href and bgcolor and no no no.
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| getting-to-know-me exercises |
[27 Mar 2003|07:27pm] |
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i. math blast
work these math problems to discover exciting numerical values related to me. partial credit will absolutely not be rewarded unless you have a cute nose, will go rollerskating with me on 99-cent tuesdays at funplex, or will play seven minutes in heaven with me, the latter case entirely exempting you from the traditional grading scale.
1. my age: √324= ___ years
2. my height: 160 cm = __ feet __ in.
3. the number of prominent freckles on my body: 3x + 4 > 79
4. my social security number: the slope of x = 40,976,455
5. how much i adore you: the domain of f(x) = 3x + 7
ii. color palooza
write the color of the object in italics in the blank.
1. my eyes are the color of chlorophyll. _______
2. my bedroom is the color of helianthus. _______
3. my blush is the color of a smoggy sunset. _______
4. my dreams are the color(s) of a prism. _______
iii. rebus rhapsody
fill in the blank by solving the rebus. (hint: a capital letter indicates a reproduction of the sound symbolized by that letter, while a lowercase letter in italics denotes modification to the actual spelling of the word [and naturally, a modification of the phonetic oftentimes ensues]. if you had read volume 13 of the childcraft books in elementary school, you would know this.)
1. my name is _____. K + T + [the surname of the 35th president of the united states, who was shot and killed by a cold-blooded assassin while riding in a convertible which was making its tragic way down the tainted streets of dallas, texas on november 22nd of 1963]
2. i live in _____. [house] - e + 2000 lbs.
3. _____ is fun! ♥ - he (do you like my heart?)
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la la la
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