Ok y'all!(because I live in Tennessee now)
BLOG MAKEOVER!
We've got jellyfish instead of birds, and hopefully no more sad shit. Maybe a little bit of sad shit now and then just to remind you you're still reading Kailee James' blog, but really, let's move on shall we?
Hopefully with this makeover will come some better words, right? Let's be honest, the last 2 years of sad sack prose have been fun (no, it hasn't) but it felt very right, very writerly. I just wanted to be like my cool college professor. He was so damaged, and drank bourbon, and was fabulous. His voice shook when he read his own work aloud and I never could figure out if it was nerves or like, this intense raw emotion just pouring out of him. I'm going to be dramatic and believe in the latter. I like to remember him that way.
Alas, all my abundance of emotion has been quelled by the pills, which is TOTALLY fine guys, I promise. No one can exist as the big weepy blob of existential madness and longing that I was. And now my hair is pink and I am living happily ever day by day working at my boring, but tolerable job, and being in love, and having really good relationships with my friends and family.
Gross, right? I'm so SANE currently.
So that's really it. I am lacking in a story today. There's probably one frozen inside me somewhere, but I have yet to warm up from this 20 degree day.
Just wanted to say hello.
Let's be honest I just wanted anyone who reads this to remember I exist.
And that I still have things to say.
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Sunday, June 12, 2011
I don't write because it's trendy...
There was a cat in the bar last night.
It kept rubbing against my legs,
and hers.
More her legs than mine.
I hate cats.
Because I am allergic,
or because I make myself believe I am allergic,
because I hate cats.
No one spoke to us this time,
and this night felt better,
until we saw them,
and panicked,
and peeked around the corner
before running to my car,
and giggled nervously at our nerves.
Please come visit me
in that romantic city
in the south.
It kept rubbing against my legs,
and hers.
More her legs than mine.
I hate cats.
Because I am allergic,
or because I make myself believe I am allergic,
because I hate cats.
No one spoke to us this time,
and this night felt better,
until we saw them,
and panicked,
and peeked around the corner
before running to my car,
and giggled nervously at our nerves.
Please come visit me
in that romantic city
in the south.
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