It's Me (and I like 'em tall!)

darkness

Last week at camp I promised myself that I would no longer allow stressors to control my life....I've just resorted to calling them frustrations. I try not to lie to myself, but it's so damn hard (and I'm so damn good at it.) I just can't handle all the frustration anymore. I think about my life and my body just begins to tremble, I feel sick to my stomach, and I just want to crawl into a hole. Good holes are so hard to find these days. If you do find a nice one at a fair price it's always a bad locale, or the business man who rented it before you left the place trashed with hooker after hooker. I think I'm going to start my own business, "Kim's Holes-N-More" They're gonna be the cleanest, cheapest, and best holes for the average Joe to just crawl into for a few days. Wow, wouldn't that be the life!? AAAHHHH!!! :( :( :(



~KIM