cute without the e

This is old, but this made me realize that I really don't know how to cut bangs. wtf was a i thinking? bahaha

street fair with my niece

This little girl, is my niece Kaydence. Yes, she was named after a musical term, "cadence," which is the beat or measure of a rhythmic motion. It's usually at the end of each line of a song. Sorry, I use to be a band nerd.
Katryna, Joseph, and I decided to take this girl to the street fair today. We paid to get into this mini petting zoo, which was a total rip off because I just felt bad the whole time and I wanted to get out of there ASAP. It's obvious the goats, pigs, ducks, and bunnies were aggravated and did not want to be handled by demon little kids. It's seriously animal cruelty and I hope that lady counting her cash at the entrance heard me.
Afterwards we had funnel cake and I saw Abdul working this food booth, what a cool guy. I never really talked to the dude, or ever had a class, we just knew each other from basketball I think. I really don't remember how I met him.
After our delicious fueling, we found this adorable werewolf- ish hat that Kaydence loved. So we bought it. The best hat ever. It's so cute on her.

the missing piece

Joseph introduced this book by Shel Silverstein called, "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O," to me a while back. Every time I feel powerless or lonely I'm always reminded of this book. He told me that in order to be perfectly happy, you must be happy with yourself. To sum up the book, in mine and Joseph's interpretation, in order to be happy in a relationship, you can't solely rely on your other half to keep you happy. If anything was to go wrong in the relationship resulting in a break up, you don't want to feel like you're now "missing a piece." I certainly wouldn't want to feel lost and feeling like I don't know what to do with myself. Joseph tells me we shouldn't rely on each other to keep ourselves happy, we should be able to (just like the Big O) roll on our own. Joseph shouldn't be my crutch and I shouldn't be his either.

i set a light, it burns so bright

This is my boyfriend, Joseph Kyle De Luna. He is the best thing that's ever happened to me.

but I've been destitute

If any of you follow my blogspot, you would know that my sewing machine is broken. Joseph went to Michael Levine's in downtown Los Angeles and I spent over $80 in fabric and sewing patterns. I have so many materials just lying around and accumulating dust and bacteria. On a side note, my household cancelled our dish network package, so no more TV for me:/ Which also means that I can't watch Project Runway today.

TITS AND OBSESSIONS

My name is Kymberlie, I'm not new to blogspot, I just abandoned it for three years. Things have changed, and like all things, I have changed as well. I'm an aspiring fashion journalist and also aspire to own my own clothing line some day. I attend Cal State Fullerton where OC kids look at me up and down and exchange dirty looks. I work at American Apparel, the only workplace I know where you can flaunt your tits and right butt cheek and not be labeled an improper whore. I'm not religious, but i do have my point of view. I have a loving boyfriend, Joseph De Luna, whom I have been with for about more than 2 and a half years. I have a best friend, Ashley Bernabe, who is my light and reason for coming close borderline loner and distinguishes all comments of me having social incapabilities. My life is very orderly and structured, just the way I like it. I have an obsession with having a perfect "fit" body in fear of becoming a fat, bowl-cut asian woman. To combat that fear, I go to the gym many times and have a bit of an addiction to the treadmill. I drop my iPhone more than 5 times a day, (I should really invest in a cover), and my hair is down to my ass, (I should really cut it).