2001:August:4
2001
Damn Rich, I have sooooo many stupid entries in "Words from Kristen" that it's gotten really slow (shameless plug to have you read all about me - even the archives).
Just kidding Rich, but if you want, you can archive/delete all the old entries and just start fresh like a new birth.
Sooooooooooo, it's Kristen writing, not that hack HACK Kent. Actually, I'm a little embarrassed and ashamed of my Kent attitude. Last night (the one where I just wanted to be alone and moke spot and watch tv - Sci Fi Friday's from "Andromeda" to "Farscape" to "X-files" to "Farscape" again ROCK. I canna tell you how much I love them.) Kent came to the house to hang out. I was a bit perturbed because I really love myself (obviously will do- thank you).... so Kent wanted me to help him set up an e=mail account for him. I did, and gave him a really funny profile and name . Writerboy was taken, so I gave him "Writerboy71@hotmail.com".
Soooooooo anyway, about my Friday. I learned stuff about me, me, me (I dream of being really famous from words from Kristen and having "me, me, ME" be something shouted from the audience in unison).
1. My last day of summer work, I printed all the "Words from Kristen" for posterity. It about the size of my husband's "Photoshop for Dummmies" book (I keep buggggin him to guest review it on my website). I learned that I'm hard for someone who's not me to follow/understand. Sorry. Honestly, I can only convey about a tenth of what's in my head. (IF you can believe it, verbally, I'm even worse).
2. Yes, I'm a stoner. I love pot and wish I could be stoned when sober.
3. I'm sort of pissed at the situation in which Rich and Rachel were players. You see, I was listening to my Tricky the Cosmonaut disk, and I fell in love with what they are and what they represent (if you want me to burn you a copy, e-mail "kent" and I'll send you one - my dime) for Wilmington and passion and comradery of boys with guitars, drums, bases, and storage spaces. You see, Rich and Rachel, arrived for a visit tired and sick at 11pm on the Friday before my "birthday". This was going to be the best night of my adult life because it was a Tricky the Cosmonaut reunion show at Bessies. I love TRICKY THE COSMANAUT - especially the song where it sings "you are the greaaaatest showonearth". I loved the passion and drama and tragedy of my twenties in Wilmington. It was soooo amazing to see my youth from my current point of view. Mark and I even "got together" at a Tricky show. Weelll. It was great and Detlef looked me in the eye, bob was amazing, dave funny. It was the equivalent of you guys seeing that college band you liked at a reunion tour. Anyway, as a hostess (and all that implied), Richandrachel couldn't be left alone to go back to the house. They were tired and sick and wanted to go home. They would have been fine with going home, but Mark didn't want to be bad hosts and didn't want me to walk home alone. Sooooo, I didn't get to catch up with them or anything besides say hello - I've got to go. In a way, it was more tantilizing that way, and I'm IN NO WAY mad at Rich and Rachel or anything. I just love Tricky and wanted you to know. They played every song from their cd, but not "you are the greatest show on earth".
4. Mark is quite grumpy. He's very distracted at not having stability in his life. and money and success and aclaim.
5. I do feel that the Buddhist way is quite the one.
6. I feel my husband is the best, most genius stills photographer EVER.
7. I'm sorry I'm confusing. I promise, I'll get Kent a slot on happyrobot and you can read him in piece.
