Kate

Um...

2002-09-18T01:46:55Z

That was SIGN, BTW...Not SING.
Na..Na..Don't laugh at me!

So What Is This???

2002-09-18T01:43:48Z

'Make-Katy-Feel-Like-A-Failure-At-Journaling' Day. Everyone I know has decided that 15 is a good number of daily journal entries...and I have, what? three...for as many weeks?
Don't think you're going to make me feel bad or anything. Emotional manipulation like that doesn't work on people like me. (BTW...this entry is NOT prompted by a sense of obligation or anything of the sort. No, indeed.)
I'm going to show you that I can do as well as any of you. I'll tell you ALL about my day. Now, when would you like to start? With the morning coffee (which was a Starbucks brand french-roast with cream,) or with the fifteen-minute search for a pair of black socks (which are of the cotton-blend, roughly woven type). Or perhaps with the pressure-cooking of a chicken at precisely 11 o'clock (it was a male of the speckled sussex variety - a spindly legged fowl). Shall I continue? Oh, there's LOTS more:)
Alright! So that was a bust. Um...Oh, did I tell you that I'm writing a book? It's a sweet children's tale, entitled "Mama and the Bi-Polar Sheet-Rocker". Lovely, lovely. I expect it to be all the rage with the child intellegentsia groups. You know...kind of like juvenile reality literature. Introduce the tots to the real world.
One more thing...On the way to church this Sunday I saw a sing proclaiming in foot-high black type that there were 'Donut's Coming Soon'. What! APOSTROPHE S! BELONGING TO DONUT COMING SOON? You know...I really think that brains in South Texas are a waste of limited space. Nobody seems to get much use out of them.
Ok, stop throwing tomatoes...I'm leaving.

I Live, My Friends!

2002-09-07T00:54:14Z

Friend, rather:) Here be I. For whatever that's worth. I have always been one of the most non-communicative lurkers below the mason-dixon line, so you needn't be bothered by my presence. Those who speak not make no trouble.
For those who gave me the code for this soon-to-be-ill-kept journal, I thank them with a grateful heart (I believe it was LJ user= "alissamarie", blessed be her name). Whether OTHERS will thank them in the future, I know not, nor do I care. Now that I can be assured of a place among the countless, worshiping host who surround my dear friend Rachael's LJ, I do not care if the whole population of Duluth, Minnesota rise up and call me cursed. It is their prerogative, after all. To them and all likened unto them, I say "Pooh, pooh" (and you may quote me).
Now that I have welcomed myself to this electronic metropolis of chronicled souls, I bid them a fond farewell. If you never see me again on this journal, it's your own fault for looking.
Tootle pip, old prune(s)!