The Life of an Aspiring Sociopath

At this point you are probably wondering what the hell you have gotten yourself into; you are not the first to ask that question. Well, sit back and enjoy the ride kiddies...welcome to the truly strange, bizarre, sometimes sad, outrageous, unbelievable life of... The Devine Miss K. I may be a little psychotic, but I am damn cute.

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Location: Silverdale, Washington, United States

Likes: My cat Lola (all cats) & animals. (Except snakes-yuk), writing, reading, traveling (I have been to Japan, China, Australia, Hawaii and Hong Kong.) I love Asian Architecture—I have a Kimono on my wall; The Disney Villains (I collect them) – Disneyland ( and world.) Comedy Clubs; laughing; snuggling; people watching; singing; painting; cooking; baking; (I am an awesome baker!)- being with friends. Talking, talking and talking. Teaching, kids, intelligent conversation and people….and dreaming. (Oh don’t forget sleep!) Dislikes: Liver, Fish, Star Trek ( but I LOVVVE Star Wars), commercials repeated again and again, slow drivers, inconsiderate people, bad smells, being cold—being too hot, computers that freeze at the worst times and milk gone bad.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

"You're getting old Joan..."

I think I am getting old. No, not because I have sand bags hanging from my eyes down to my feet or because the last time my breasts were even remotely perky is when the game "Pong" was cool; it is my patience that seems to be lost. Now, mind you I am not the most patient individual to begin with, ( noooooo! I know, I know you are shocked, as was I!) so becoming "impatient" is really not such a far fall. More like sitting down.

So, I am at the theater watching " Willie Wonka," which I KNOW is predominatley a kids movie, but still I held out hope that the heathens would keep themselves under wraps. Behind me sat Donald freaking duck. " Ha Ha quack quack" When he laughed he sounded like he had swallowed a live duck. Then there was the rather large hispanic family with the little boy who greeted everyone coming into the theatre with,"Hello poophead." God, aren't they all just precious jewels? I remember when I went to see the last Star Wars installment, STAR WARS PEOPLE, and this 4 year old sat next to me and just gabbed and made sounds the entire time.
" OOOOOOOOh big ship"
"Mommie is he a bad man?"
"FLY FLY FLY SPACESHIP!!!"
Finally his mother went to get him some popcorn or duct tape and I leaned over and said, " Don't ever talk durning Star Wars." " Why?" " Because they will put you in jail." ( Did I tell you I was a teacher and loved children?)
Okay, so I am a bitch....but it was STAR WARS PEOPLE!
I won't even get into the pint-sized snot factories at another movie I went to. JEBUS! Actually, I think it was the adults that were worse. Unwrapping paper loudly, talking, talking, talking, belching--oh, yeah, that's right I said BELCHING.
What has society come to?

Excuse me I need to fart.

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