April 04, 2006
i am alive. (barely)

the move went pretty darn well. the only thing to do now is get something up on the walls to make it more homey. i was hoping we could get a little something like this. oooh. geeky.

i have a sore throat and possibly a fever, so i am looking forward to the forthcoming hallucinations. i haven't been for real sick in a year, so it's pretty much time.

everything about the new apartment is fairly excellent. i like it! so far the cat broke a mirror, pickles won't walk up the stairs because he hates me and wants me to throw him out a window, and the stove top electrocuted me during the stirring of last night's dinner. already like a grillion times better than the last hellhole. which still hasn't been rented, so techinically, we have TWO apartments.

i love debt.

please ignore my ramblings. i'm a very sick woman. cough cough.

my return is imminent. till then, don't you forget about me.


Blogger Spinning Girl said...

heh heh heh heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh

(that's from the song)

Blogger Übermilf said...

Will you recognize me
Walk my way or
Walk on by

Rain keeps fallin
Rain keeps fallin
Down, down

Han Solo encased in carbonite? I think you should copy Jabba's decorating scheme.

Including piggie guards and a big wrestling pit for monsters.

Blogger melissa.in.london said...

I'm glad you're alive, and here's to a speedy recovery.

Blogger Laurie Ann said...

Soup and sleep. And rubber soled shoes to keep you grounded so you don't get electrocuted again.

Feel better.

Blogger Thérèse said...

New places are very nice.

Unless mail is waiting for you at old places. Then new places are only cool if the old places have left forwarding addresses of the new places. Or if you still have the old place for a few minutes. Until all important mail has been received.


Did you get it yet? Huh huh huh? Didya didja?

Blogger Autumn said...

congrats on the new place :)

Blogger Auntie Sassy said...

Kendra, I would give you my big fat diamond earring any time...but then that would mean that I would have to be Molly Ringwald.


Anyway, I'm glad the move is over. You should put your feet up and drink some screwdrivers this evening. Hey...it's Vitamin C baby.

Blogger Tel said...

So you have to pay two rents? That blows!

Blogger Egan said...

Congrats on the move. I hope things go smoothly in your new abode Kendra.

Blogger Brookelina said...

I won't forget you. I adore you. And not just for your boobies.

Say hi when you get a chance.

Blogger jiggs said...

that picture of the stairs is genius level. They don't even count as stairs. those things are just steps.

fell better, sassafras!

Blogger jiggs said...

sorry, that should say, "feel better", not "fell better". Although i do wish you fell better (without hurting yourself i mean)

Blogger jiggs said...

I'm so happy that you're back, I can't stop commenting. Sure, it's making me look like a loser, but that's probably apt.

Blogger LotusKnits said...

Grats on the smooth move...not to comment on your past, current, or future BMs or anything. Ahem. Nevermind.

Feel better! Screwdrivers are a grand idea! Mojitos are too. The alcohol will kill your germs, while leaving you with minty fresh breath.

Blogger briana said...

Ah, moving. There is no better conver for *acidentaly* lossing your lovers household items whic you loath...

Honey, what do you mean you can't find the clown painting your mom made for you? Do you think you left it in the truck?"

Blogger FRITZ said...

Congratulations on the step up from hell!

Who is Pickles?

I bought a new motorcycle today.

Feel better.

Blogger babyjewels said...

Feel better [when you walk on by]

Yeah. I'm not good at this combine the song into the comment thing.


Blogger fatwonkkid said...

Last time I moved I got sick. It sucks to have to paint and be sick. My cat had the same problem with stairs, but that was because the house was the first time he had really seen stairs.

Blogger Sysm said...

Kendra, at work, not only do we have Han Solo, but we also have a Storm Trooper. We put the Storm Trooper in the window facing the high-rise across from us, and they put a Yoda up to do battle.

Blogger miss kendra said...

i totally have responses for each and everyone of you, and you will receive them very soon.

still, i could ues a good coddle.

Blogger CommonWombat said...

I love that the stove shocked you and it's an improvement.

Glad to hear you're happy with the new place though. I hope you feel better soon and are back to your snarky, whip-smart self soon.

Blogger jiggs said...

I coddle like a son of a bitch.


Blogger me said...

i hope that the gnomes and the fairies know where you live now...

did you give them a heads up or did you disapear into the night... like i would?

Blogger TinaPoPo said...

I'm glad the move went well.

We did that for a while a few years ago -- got out of one shit hole but had to worry about it being rented so we had two rents. Eventually somebody will be dumb enough to rent it, that what we said. After all, we were.

Blogger AnonymousCoworker said...

You can use your stovetop for free e-stim.

See what I did right there? Lemons to lemonade.

Blogger miss kendra said...

spinnerina: oooooooh ooh ooooooooooooooooh! (sos’s that) (i have a box of eyes on my desk.)

ubermilf: a wrestling pit sounds like a good idea. we could have theme nights.

melissa: thank you! my face feels swollen. is that good?

laurie ann: seriously! i need a rubber suit. or a rubber room. probably that one.

therese: first, i like your new avatar. and i totally did. thank you, i’ve always wanted the skeletal remains of a prehistoric man.

autumn: hooray for new place! it’s SO much better.

sassy: there are worse people to be. emilio estevez, anyone? i ate four oranges.

tel: yep. you got it. we can’t though- i can’t even pay my medical bills so we just have to let her keep the deposit and hope (hope hope hope) that someone rents is before rent is due again.

egan: thanks egan! you’re so positive.

brooke:i’ve been checking in on people through my stolen internets at home, so i’m up to date. it’s just too hard to comment a lot. here at work i can comment endlessly. when i’m not working that is.

so yeah, endlessly.

jiggs: thank you! the stairs we have are actually slightly longer than that, but he won’t even go up the first one. he doesn’t like that he can see through them i think, because he’ll walk down the stairs no problem. i also wish i fell better. you’d think with my world of experience i’d have some technique by now. (i like when you comment.)

lotus knits: do you think my boss will buy that argument?

briana: he totally has this dirty patchouli hippie tapestry thing that i can’t stand. he really likes it, so i let him put it up in the other apartments in the extra room where i wouldn’t have to see it, but now there’s no where to put it. it’s no clown painting, but jeebus, the things is the size of a small state and it’s TIE DYED.

fritz: what sort of motorcycle? and this is pickles. and this is julius boon.

babyjewels: of course titties! geez, what do you think this is?

fatwonkidd: i think i was sick last time we moved too- i had a sinus something or other. give you cat a hug for me.

sysm: i heart you. this made me laugh out loud. probably more like cackle. Boy didn’t find it as amusing. (he’s not one of us.)

miss kendra: shouldn’t you be working? don’t forget to give the dog his pills tonight.

wombat: yeah, that’s kind of sad, isn’t it. oh well! i missed you! where have you been???

jiggs: excellent. the job is yours.

me: i left them a trail of gummibears. the vitamin kind, because i’m considerate like that.

popo: are you telling me you want to rent my apartment? because i’m pretty sure you’d just use it to keep your hobo affairs from that poor husband of yours.

Blogger miss kendra said...

acw: indeed. except that stim feels pretty okay, and getting shocked by my 60 year old electric stove top felt like something that might cause my premature death, or atleast some pants-pooping.

Blogger Auntie Sassy said...

Kendra, I will also always coddle you...I think maybe because I am unnaturally obsessed.

This haiku explains how I felt when you went away:

Fantastic Breasts...GONE!
Who will smell like cookies now?
I should put on pants.

Blogger jiggs said...


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