G'day world of deviants...

No, I have not died.
No, I have not given up my quest to achieve pure artistry.
and,
No, I have not moved, overdosed, had an accident, lost consciousness and am still sitting at the computer rotting, got married and/or amputated both arms so I can't type.

Yes, I am searching for an answer to the umpteenth problem shoved at me.
Yes, I could drown in the puddle of tears and blood that is at my feet.
and,
Yes, I am still deeply in love and for the most part very happy.

Reaching the grand old age of twenty now and life really seems to be settling in for the long old haul.
I have no time for my best friends, no time for my family and the person that I seem to be investing all my time and effort into, appreciates it and retruns but it NEVER EVER seems to be enough to reach a level ground. When is the cut-off point when you stop listening to others older than you because...well...they are older and you start listening to your mind and your body to know whats best for you because honestly what ppl think is the best thing for you, alot of the time it is only a misconception and what you really need is (cue echo) alllllllllll the way at the other end of the spectrum.

I have reached the point now where I worry so much that my body has aches and pains that I never thought were possible and my mind gets to places where I never wanted to be.

I need absolution in the worst way possible.

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Having said all that, I still maintain the strong dependable and couragable Kristina stance that I have aquired after a certain number of years of this kinda shit. I'll work through this, many things haven't managed to kill me yet.

Now something for the person that I feel I have neglected the most...
So she shall be seranaded, if it be saranation (is that actually a word?? Kiz, you get me).
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Ode to my Kiz

She has long blonde hair and a wit to fit,
Her brain works in ways that I couldnt even pick up with an oven mit.

She has been my best friend, the one who has always seen me through,
She even denied my bitchiness when I was so much of a cow that all I said probably sounded like "moo"

I love her to death, she knows that she will always been my girl,
You know that saying, My shit don't stink? Well her's dont, probably has a tint of pearl.

All she needs to know is that she is on my mind all the time,
Even when I'm drinking Martini with a slice of lime.

To my best friend, I dedicate this ode and hugs too,
Because without her I really don't know what I would do.

Consider this a submission to my gallery
Damn I'm good!
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Don't fret deviants, I shall be returning wtih a bang soon...


(s) to ~Queued because she has a lemon.