kerryclem, posts by tag: crazy - LiveJournal

I need to clean my house. I was lazy Sunday and yesterday and didn't do anything, so my house is a disaster. Yes, Tracie, it IS a disaster, I don't care what you think!   


So what am I doing? I'm sitting here on the computer, getting a headache because I'm not wearing my glasses, playing. Distracting myself. But really, I need to  clean. Hans is actually taking me out on a date tonight. A real, live, go somewhere nice in your nice clothes date. Sitter and all. I know, we go out on a fairly regular basis, but usually it's with a group. Tonight it's just us. Well, and Eli. But that's okay, it's not 15 people, and it's doing something more grownup than going to a bar or a club. It's a cocktail party. SO I need to clean. I have someone coming into my house this evening to watch the kids, and before she gets here at 5, I need to have everything clean, homework started, dinner either started, or at least picked out, and pajamas laid out. So yeah, I don't have time to be fucking off. But I am.

One product of my fucking off:

I found this when I was looking for a raspberry emoticon for above, and found this one. I think that the thought of little emoticon people being beheaded so that we may have just smilies is great!  Come on! I'm a meat eater!  Of course I find this amusing!!

You're offended? Sorry. But it's my blog. And this is my no holds barred blog, no less. So this is where I get to stretch that part of me that the rest of the world rarely, if ever gets to see. The part of me that scares those around me sometimes. The part of me that threatened that girl all those years ago. And meant it. Thank goodness nothing happened to her, though - I would have hated to be a suspect. 

Yeah. I'm a little dark. I always have been. When I was in high school, I used to design knives. Not kitchen knives, but torture knives.  Like, I used to try to figure out what would cause the most pain and disembowelment. Yeah. Told you.

I also used to write all sorts of Poe-esque poetry. Stuff full of lovers dying, and the living pining forever. Lots of Metallica. Lots of teen angst. Lots of breakups, and therefore, lots of inspiration for darkness.

I'm not that anymore, but I do have my moments of regression. Not to the extreme of high school - I think that was as much an act or a bid to fit in as anything - but it's there, to an extent, nonetheless.

And don't piss me off or you'll really see it. Again, I've mellowed a lot, but I still have my edge, and if you cross me, you'll definitely be confronted. I won't hurt you, be spiteful or threaten to kill you, but I will call you on the carpet, let me assure you. Ask my kids. Ask the neighborhood kids. No one gets away with much around me.

I'm just rambling right now. But then again, isn't that why I started this blog? Why I named it Random? So that I have somewhere to dump out all these crazy thoughts? And I think that, right now, I'm completely entitled to crazy thoughts.