Equality and Liberty, numbered but not named.

And, by nothing I tend to mean everything. That said,
It's not my place to criticize one for their hypocrisy.
As clearly I take pride in my own. Regularly.

How can the concept of "you" exist without the concept of "I?" And, if individuality were an ideal... Why then, would one submit to the desires of another? Walk their 'own' path dictated by steps that came before? And, with the ultimate ambition of reaching a destination that allows opportunity for verbalizing total submission? Don't ask me questions for which I can provide no answer. We don't understand. And by we, I clearly mean I. And by I, I clearly mean EGO. And by EGO, we clearly haven't a clue what we mean. This cute little book is more a sweet love story than it is a profound advocate of individuality. At least we think. And though I've never been a sucker for a love story, I'd recommend this read - if for no other reason than its brief format. And unique, though not breathtaking, style.

Enjoy.

Xo!
dk

Advice to Little Girls

"Good little girls always show marked deference for the aged. You ought never to 'sass' old people unless they 'sass' you first."

Mark Twain (Advice to Little Girls)
Illustrated by: Vladimir Radunsky
View the entire book, here.

Google search: hobbies

Those therapists (i.e. family & friends) who've encouraged me to set standards for my dating life are now insisting that I engage hobbies. Um? Duh! Frivolous dating IS a hobby! They disagree. Fine. I googled it: hobbies. And, still, I'm not interested! Look, I'm not freaking gardening. Or collecting stamps. Or coins. I'm not scrap booking. I'm not baton twirling. And not fucking trimming any bonsai bullshit.

My god life sans self-inflicted mental disorientation and unnecessary emotional anguish is so mundane.

Boring!
dk

In the hands of humans.

Chocolate won't change this. Sex won't relieve this. Cigarettes won't help - and whiskey only provides temporary relief. It is what it is. This is what happens when God grants free will. When He places life in the hands of heathens.

Silver fox.

Congratulations me!

Continuing celebrating celibacy.

But, now that I've extracted men from my equation...

I find myself at a loss for hobbies.

I'm not exactly satisfied with the subtraction.

This division's been difficult. But,

At least it's now certain, I won't multiply.

That's the only silver lining.

Although, easily, I'd trade the lining for a fox.

Meow,

dk

Brest Cancer

A.Muse

A coworker excitedly stated the obvious, "You have so many looks!!" To which I matter-of-factly stated the equally obvious, "And, just as many personalities." She wasn't amused; nor was I attempting a muse. It's much too early this Monday morning for such office pleasantries.

dk

Freedom

It's now days past the 4th of July.

If you've not yet found freedom. Really, try these:

http://dailydk.blogspot.com/2011/03/books-to-read.html

Xo!

dk

Everything about me is graph paper.

" Scared? YES! You're graph paper; I'm blank paper. But neither of us are simply ruled paper. Unruly. Endless possibilities. Ideas. Opportunities. Options. No. "

I found that scribbled in my sketch book. It's over a year old.

Forgot I wrote that. Forgot I even thought that. Forgot all about him.

It's funny when you recognize you think you're something you're not; when you realize you don't see the horizontal lines crossing the vertical to create perfect, uniform little boxes in which you will meticulously itemize every minute detail of every situation. Person. Place. Or thing. It's my world, after all. And I want - no, I need - all my nouns to remain perfectly placed within their designated square. Nothing about me is sketch paper.

Xo!

dk

Boring.

Music. Resonates with human emotions. Undeniably. We relate to certain songs. Lyrics dictate our emotions. When we can't. Or don't want to. Better than we can. Songs speak for us. Usually at a certain time in our lives. And then we move on. We have new emotions. And find new songs. New experiences.

This song I haven't moved on from. Not for four years. Everything is still so boring.



Bored, always.
dk

Blood and cookies.

I don't know what all the fuss is about.

Cookies?

It used to be that you'd have to lie on your back, inhale your fears and exhale the same. It used to be that you'd have to allow an absolute stranger to tease your veins until they were thrusting from your skin. It used to be that you'd allow a mysterious gloved hand foreplay with your forearm just before letting a stranger puncture your very own flesh. And often the surrender of self took place within the suffocating confines of a mobile, enclosed space. In a truck, you'd lie on your back and relinquish your DNA. That's how it used to be, anyway.

It used to be that you'd have to surrender blood in order to receive a free cookie. And, now, you just get online and cookies are dropped all over the place. For free! Truly, I don't know what all the fuss is about. Who doesn't like a free cookie?

And, I wonder, with me spending so much time online... where's my damn White Chocolate Macademia Nut?

Where, huh?

dk

Happy Fourth; Angry Fifth

Plenty of people enjoy the fourth with a fifth.
At least.

That said, my own personal public service announcement for the evening: please drink responsibly. And, have an Aspirin before bed.

Goodnight,
dk

Fireworks and cereal.

Snap Crackle & Pop are pouring the world’s largest bowl of cereal in the sky.
And, now I’m hungry for Rice Krispies Treats.

Happy freedom day, USA.

Xo!
dk

Freedom at last.

Happy 4th of July!

Now, single-file line everyone!
Tuesday, let's all march right back in to our cubicles.

Freedom at last!

Xo!
dk

Awake. Bored. Typical.

I woke up today. Which means (obviously): I'm bored.

Again.

dk

Tomato. Tomahto. And, sometimes ketchup.

Last week my friends challenged me with the following proposition:
talk to only one man at a time... AND, be genuine.

Fuck.

Alright. Fine.
I've accepted the challenge.

Just got off the phone with the ONE guy I've chosen to invest interest.

Essentially, he told me I have some sort of power struggle fixation - or something. Who knows. Compared me to Machiavelli, I think. I'm still not sure. In any regard, I took it as a compliment. Although I doubt the sentiment was posed as such. No matter.

The conversation started with him seeming calm and potentially interested - naturally, it ended with him absolutely confused. Baffled. Perplexed. Overall: exhausted. Yup, sounds about right. I was after all being 100% myself. And that, well that exhausts even me - god knows what it does to a grown ass man. He said he wasn't sure that I was what he was looking for, not right now. Makes sense. I respect that. And, I told him so. He said he needed time to let it all "marinate." And that I should allow the same.

Oh. Cute. Boy.
Never, never tell me what I should or shouldn't do. The word "should" is not one that carries a definition within the scope of my own personal vocabulary bank. Nope. The word is not one that registers within my skull.

My response, obviously: "you do what you do, and I'll do what I do."

He says he's calling me tomorrow.

I'm not surprised.
Nor would I be if he decided not to call at all.

Tomato. Tomahto.
And sometimes, ketchup.

dk

Red, white & blew my mind.

I like things that randomly confuse the preconceived notions instilled in our thought process – about what is or isn’t classic, for example.

That’s my random thought for you today, anyway.

And in the flavor of our upcoming holiday... I thought the red, white and blue in this image appropriately serve both my thought and the holiday.

Xo!
dk