Keep your chin up, kid.

Sometimes life throws you grenades.

And you can't help but think it's over.

That major destruction is coming your way.

Something is about to explode.

You are about to explode.

And it seems like everything is falling apart,

because you know what's coming.

Inevitable.

Terrifying.

You want to run, but can't.

HOLD YOUR GROUND.

What's the worst that can happen?

A few things come to mind of course.

Dismiss.

Nothing has happened yet.

Evaluate the situation.

My, my. It's not a grenade at all.

Relief.

Next, you MacGyver that thing and turn it into a grenade.

Then you pull the pin and throw it back.

Love,

Khyrie Tess - the conqueror

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I am so funny.

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i <3 jew

this portion of my blog post is dedicated to brishnaka porter

I'm so grateful for my amazing family.
And I miss my brother.

Special recognition tonight goes out to the boyfriend.
Celebrating our third Christmas together.

I'm surrounded by wonderful people.
I couldn't ask for more.

Love,
Khyrie Tess - too excited to sleep
go santa go!

What rhymes with orange?

I haven't done this in a while.

And by this I mean sit and listen to music.
Granted, my music options could stand to be refreshed.
But still, it's a nice change to just sit and enjoy.
If you were to ask me why I'm doing this, honestly...it's because I bought an orange chair last night. Not only did I put it together myself, IT DIDN'T FALL APART WHEN I SAT IN IT! Success.

It's a lovely Labor Day weekend.
Last night, I played poker with boyfriend and his friends. They needed a fourth player - enter Khyrie. Five dollar game, no big deal. Little did they know, I learned how to play Texas Hold'em on my phone the night before (thanks boyfriend). Before we started playing, one of the guys said that the ultimate loss would be to me.

Needless to say, I won.
Money in the bank baby.

Perhaps it was the excitement of my lovely purchase, the fact that I won my first poker game(s), or the tummy ache due to the late night Denny's run that followed, I couldn't sleep. Neither could boyfriend (he's something of a night owl). Getting bored of lounging around for an hour, what do we do? We went outside to swing! Boyfriend knows it my favorite thing to do. And what better time than at 3:45 in the morning? Perfect.

It's times like that I just want to seal into a bottle and put on a shelf.
A high shelf that no one can reach but me.
I love that fella.



Love,
Khyrie Tess - the champion

A graham good time.

I really think that the most under-rated snack is graham crackers with a cup of milk.

Under-rated and under-appreciated.

Because I'll tell you what, I had some today and it was pretty difficult to refrain from eating a whole pack of those suckers.




I detest Paid Programming which is on late at night.
Also, ventriloquists.


Love,
Khyrie Tess - aka'd as the cookie monster

I need friends.

That's about it.

Love,
Khyrie Tess - the outcast

The F word times 10.

"Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates." Mordecai Richler

Nothing can stop time. Whine, scream, stomp all you want, you can't slow it down. Nor can you speed it up. It is a consistently reliable tick that doesn't stop tocking. Comforting to know that you can count on the next second to always come. The minutes that follow turn into hours, and the hours into days.

You can't stop it, can't control it. Isn't that frustrating? Knowing there isn't a damn thing you can do to change it? Once you say or do something, you can't fix it. Can't take it back. Can't rewind time.

Because time will not fluctuate for anyone.

Shocker.

Why don't we become more diligent in finding productive things to do with the little time we have? Why waste time doing something we don't like? Something that we know isn't for us? Why do we feel the pressure from those around us to waste our time doing something we're not ready or willing to do yet?

Frustration.

Strip every other emotion and facial expression you think you see or perceive on my face. That is whats left.

Not being listened to.
That is frustration.

Not being heard.
That is frustration.

Not being understood.
That is frustration.

Not being able to find the right words.
That is frustration.

Not being able to speak loud enough.
That is frustration.

Not doing well enough.
That is frustration.

Failure.
That is frustration.



Love,
Khyrie Tess - just freaking frustrated

Lazy lady.

Consider me couch-locked.

I cannot move. My computer is a ten thousand pound weight on my lap. This is a problem considering my psychology book is about nine feet away from me and I have a quiz to take in the next 29 minutes. Ahhhh!!

Perhaps I will muster up some strength to close the gap.
(Perhaps not.)

On a fatter note - I made a cake on Saturday night. Yellow cake with milk chocolate frosting. What is the special occasion? I craved it.

As it turns out, James doesn't like cake that much.

Judge me not, but I have already eaten half of it. And I don't plan on stopping there. Oh no, I will munch on until there is nothing left but Pyrex.

Book time.




Love,
Khyrie Tess - La Gordita!