So...

My friend 'The Americano' is in town for the next few days which is funnily awkward enough as I used to do him and even funnier as now I'm seeing someone else, I haven't got a name for him so he'll be 'The man with no name' I'm only blogging about this because a) I know both of these gentlemen sneak around reading my blog and b) I like to create personal drama when theres not any to begin with.

Even though chances are they'll never meet I'm secretly hoping for a 'Women in Love' style naked brawl (cannot find a video of it online other than this scene) involving them and few other exes of mine, it would be hawt and I could referee and oil everyone up in between rounds. Actually that reminds I should rewatch I forgot how hot young Alan Bates.

must add him to the men I'd smoke list.

I did get a case of Larabars from 'The Americano' which makes me super happy, and super regular too.

Still all and all I love seeing old friends, it gives me the warms and fuzzies

Kimberly in nutshell

I'm still alive

I'm still fat

I'm still broke.



I have recurring dreams that involve me being in a situation where I can go back to university and finish one of the million partial degrees I have collected.

I have another recurring dream where all my ex man-friends (well at least the ones I like) gather in a support group sobbing openly about missing my wonderful self.

There is also the recurring dream where I have sex with a dragon... but I think that's more to do with a unfulfilled dream I have to build a career out f doing watercolours of peoples cats.

Sigh... did you miss me?