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January 7th, 2008

08:09 am: it's been awhile.
seriously haven't logged in to live journal for a looooooooooong time.

and the only reason i logged in today is because the live journal abuse team sent me an email saying an old post was abusive because it mentioned somebody by name. my response to them, "i'll change it. thanks for taking two years to find the post abusive."

anywho, i think i might take the quizzie kevin took...

and it's not a surprise at all:

85% Dennis Kucinich
82% Mike Gravel
81% Chris Dodd
78% Joe Biden
78% Barack Obama
77% Hillary Clinton
76% John Edwards
74% Bill Richardson
39% Rudy Giuliani
31% John McCain
29% Ron Paul
24% Mike Huckabee
23% Mitt Romney
14% Tom Tancredo
11% Fred Thompson

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

even though it's late,

happy new year y'all :)

September 3rd, 2006

10:32 pm: RIP steve irwin.
:(


BREAKING NEWS
Updated: 10 minutes ago

BRISBANE, Australia - Steve Irwin, the Australian television personality and environmentalist known as the Crocodile Hunter, was killed Monday by a stingray during a diving expedition, Australian media said. He was 44.

Irwin was filming an underwater documentary on the Great Barrier Reef in northeastern Queensland state when the accident occurred, Sydneys The Daily Telegraph newspaper reported on its Web site.

The Australian Broadcasting Corp. said Irwin was diving near Low Isles near the resort town of Port Douglas, about 1,260 miles north of Brisbane.

A helicopter carrying paramedics flew to the island, but he died from a stingray barb to the heart, ABC reported on its Web site.

Telephone calls to Australia Zoo, Irwins zoo in southern Queensland, were not immediately answered.

Crikey!
Irwin is famous for his enthusiasm for wildlife and his catchcry Crikey! in his television program Crocodile Hunter, which was first broadcast in Australia in 1992 and has aired around the world on the Discovery channel.

He rode his image into a feature film, and developed the Australia Zoo as a tourist attraction.

Irwin had received some negative publicity in recent years. In January 2004, he stunned onlookers at his Australia Zoo reptile park by carrying his 1-year-old son into a crocodile pen during a wildlife show. He tucked the infant under one arm while tossing the 13-foot reptile a piece of meat with the other.

Authorities declined to charge Irwin for violating safety regulations.

Later that year, he was accused of getting too close to penguins, a seal and humpback whales in Antarctica while making a documentary. Irwin denied any wrongdoing, and an Australian Environment Department investigation recommended no action be taken against him.

© 2006 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

August 16th, 2006

12:25 am: shitty world update.
i have a great family and amazing friends. i love you guys. we must keep hope alive. for that is all we have left...


"not only is another world possible, she is on her way. on a quiet day, i can hear her breathing."
-arundhati roy


<3

August 15th, 2006

11:29 pm: the world is going to shit.
last friday i was in a sullen mood at work all day (to my co-workers, i love you guys, thanks for bearing with me. you are what held me together that day). among other things, you know what contributed to the anti-social, sourness? reading the newspaper before work. and trust, i enjoy reading the paper. and come on, i know the world is going to hell in a handbasket, i work at a news station, i see it everyday. but on this particular morning, with this particular paper, i had an epiphany. it just hit me. it was a full realization that we are in dire need of starting over. the world needs a do-over. death, rape, murder, molestation, war, robbery, world hunger, genocide. when does it end? if we can't stop crime on a micro-scale, how can we expect to stop it on a macro-level?




at my internship today, i was researching information regarding an immigration rally set for september 4th when i came upon this:

"Immigrant backlash in Atlanta: Buses used in pro-immigration rally burned"

http://www.infoshop.org/inews/article.php?story=20060427112037691

this person was kind enough to provide free transportation for those attending rallys, and how was he rewarded? by having 20 of his buses burnt. the frustration that wells within is a barren helplessness, really.




and then, this was on the wires at my internship this morning... i just don't get it. 89 years old. really? raping an 89 year old womyn? in broad daylight?


bc-ELDERLY-RAPE-VICTIM 08-15 0170

BCN39:UPDATE: OAKLAND POLICE STILL TRYING TO IDENTIFY
RAPE SUSPECT

BCN39- ELDERLY RAPE VICTIM (UPDATE ON BCN6)

OAKLAND (BCN)

Oakland police said today that they're still trying to identify a man suspected of raping an 89-year-old woman in her yard in broad daylight on Monday.

Officer Jeff McCort said police have talked to several witnesses to the sexual assault, which occurred on Allendale Avenue near 38th Avenue around 9 a.m., and that police hope to release a sketch of the suspect Wednesday.

McCort said the 89-year-old woman was examined at a local hospital and has been released. He said she's doing as well as can be expected given the circumstances.

He said the suspect approached the woman while she was gardening and raped her in her yard.





i just don't get it... if anybody does, please explain it to me...

Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated

May 22nd, 2006

10:43 pm: i'm really really tired...
life is a neverending blur and it's going to continue to be so for a few more weeks. hopefully my schedule settles down soon so i can have a breather. i'd love to be able to sleep in...

so, again. i'm going to be lame... i've updated a few times on my xanga page but have neglected this poor little livejournal. if you want the 411, check cha check cha cha check it out...

http://www.xanga.com/ultimateXemoXkimmie

Current Mood: tiredtired

April 24th, 2006

11:23 pm: feeling sappy
so. when i walked into the newsroom today, the assignment editors, tamara, bonnie, and even mike, were all smiles and laughter. apparently a good friend of theirs just got engaged. so what the guy did, for their friend, was amazing... they were on a trip to san luis and they went on a picnic like they usually do. but the wine bottle he brought for her, was a special label with about two paragraphs full of memories, dates, and other lovey dovey items. the guy had their fave wine company print a special label for this bottle of wine. and after that, they headed to dinner, where he had another surprise for her. she's really close to her family, so he organized it so her close family members were there at the restaurant to share their good news. he's been organizing this since december.

at times, i wish that i were a guy, cause i have so many ideas that could totally make a girl swoon. or, maybe, i just need to be a lesbian. actually, stop that. i like guys a little too much for that to happen. so, scratch that last idea. but seriously, i know that i joke a lot about ending up a spinster crazy cat lady with only my cats to keep me company. but sometimes i wish for somebody. for a soul mate, for a best friend, for a constant companion to be with me for the rest of my life. somebody who gets me, and somebody who i get. i see friends getting engaged and married and it's scary. but i think i could be ready for it someday. i could be ready to commit to somebody. to get over my fears of rejection, disappointment, and hurt, and just go for it. to love somebody completely body and soul. and to not run away when things get too serious or too tough...
and if not... i guess i'll always have my cats.....

wow. this turned into a sappy emo post really fast. jeebus. sorry guys...

Current Mood: lonelylonely

April 22nd, 2006

09:56 pm: today on the bus home from work, totally disgusting... an older man was sitting in a seat just across the aisle from me. i'm minding my own business, listening to music. when all of a sudden, i hear a noise coming from him and it was totally the "i'm going to hoc a loogie at somebody" noise. the first time i hear it, i think i'm hearing things and continue staring out the window. the second time, more people hear it and turn to look at him. this time, i think "ew, gross" and turn up the music. the third time, i hear him make the noise which is followed by the noise of him actually spitting. this mutherfucker is spitting on his glasses to clean them off. at this point i was feeling a bit ill. would that make you guys feel sick too? or am i crazy?


in other news, work has been a tad bit stressful. i wish i could find another job that paid me as well as this one does. perhaps i should start hooking. how does that sound? i mean, i could totally be a hooker and then land a sugar dadday who would take care of me the rest of my life. it worked for julia roberts, it could work for me...


i'm on a hip hop kick right now. a week or so ago, i was on a hxc kick. a few days ago i was on a pop kick. and now, it's time for some hip hop... i'm going to post the lyrics to few of my faves...



the seed 2.0, the roots

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Knocked up 9 months ago
And what she finna have she don't know
She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old
She don't want no rock-n-roll
She want platinum or ice or gold
She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold
If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold
Cuz one monkey don't stop the show
Little Mary is bad
In these streets she done ran
E'er since when the heat began
I told the girl look here
Calm down I'ma hold your hand
To enable you to peep the plan
Cuz you is quick to learn
And we can make money to burn
If you allow me the latest game
I don't ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings
And the world finna know my name

[Verse 2: Cody Chesnutt]
I don't ask, for much these days
And I don't bitch, and whine, if I don't get my way
I only wanna fertilize another behind my lover's back
I sit and watch it grow standin' where I'm at
Fertilize another behind my lover's back
And I'm keepin' my secrets mine
I push my seed in her bush for life
Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Uh-huh
Cadillac need space to roam
Where we headin for she don't know
We in the city where the pros shake rattle and roll
And I'm a gaddang rollin' stone
I don't beg I can hold my own
I don't break I can hold the chrome
And this weighin' a ton and I'm a son of a gun
My code name is The Only One and Black Thought is bad
These streets he done ran ever since when the game began
I never played the fool
Matta fact I be keepin' it cool
Since money been changing hands
And I'm left to shine, but the legacy that I leave behind be the seed
that'll keep the flame
I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings
And the world finna know my name

[Verse 4: Cody Chesnutt]
I don't beg
For no rich man
And I don't scream, and kick, when his shit don't fall in my hands, man
Cuz I know how to still
Fertilize another against my lover's will
I lick the opposition cuz she don't take no pill
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-no dear
You'll be keeping my legend alive
I push my seed in her bush for life
Its gonna work because I'm pushin' it right
If Mary drops my baby girl tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
Oh-ooh break it down, break it down, break down beat

[break]
I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked cuz I've takin my test
Deliverin' Mary it don't matter the sex
I'm gon' name it rock and roll
I push my seed in her bush for life
It's gonna work becuz I'm pushin it right
If Mary drop my baby girl, tonight
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll
I would name her Rock-N-Roll yeah
I would name it Rock-N-Roll




walk like a warrior, dead prez

[Hook]
Walk Like a Warrior
Walk Like a Warrior
Walk Like a Warrior
Walk Like a Warrior

[M1]
I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health
The white man got the wealth he held back
We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack
But that ain't gonna change this thang
If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs
If not don't bang
If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played
Can you dribble a grenade?
To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right
Now how you aint gonna fight?
For the white man's laws hell naw
For the cause, because we got to get what's ours
Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power
Cuz we're livin in the last few hours
It's 11:59, I think it's bout time
We get on the grind, and get out the carbine
With freedom of mind we can see what we can find
If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9
This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared
Listen to the message in the word
Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words
You might prefer it from a car mic
Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out
All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out
This year it's RBG so bang on out
Uh, we people army nigga bang on out

[Hook]

[Stic]
Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart?
Can't be the weak link in the squad
Gotta look way deep in your heart
Anything in the way gotta go straight through
Take charge
Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause
Cuz a nigga will pull your card
Keep your guard up 24/7 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard
What you know about heart?
Can you assemble your heat in the dark
Take it apart, and clean all the parts?
Life is a journey, a course, like learning a martial art
You can't have partial heart
Gotta get your own, if you drop the bone, dog, we all fall
It ain't over til the problem solved
Get your back up off the wall

My niggaz is riders, we fighters, we tight as a fist
RBG's up in this bitch, so bang on out
If your khakis is saggin, you reppin your rag and you holdin the magnum
Use it for freedom nigga, bang on out
All my dirtiest dirtys, revolutionaries and visionaries
Don't be no scaredy nigga, bang on out
It's a war goin on in the streets, we hollerin fuck the police
Ain't bout no peace, nigga, bang on out

[Krayzie Bone]
Me so you see fifty niggaz in all black fatigues
My regime runnin down your street
At the end of the block, we got the god damn cops
And they hope we sink, tell me what you see
I see (bang) buildings burning, motherfuckers trippin for a goddman purpose
The police is nervous, cuz we done observed 'em
Now niggaz is thinking about murder
We ain't talking, no more, and we ain't squashin shit with po-po
And we ain't marchin in the middle of the goddamn road
Cuz Martin got smoked
Niggaz ready for war, so get the fuck up, we fixin to set the city to fire
This time when we ride we burnin it down, turn this shit 'round
Keep your justice, your peace
And keep blessin the heat, and that there crooked officer
We won't stop blazin til they coughin up blood
Wanna slang my baseball cap to the back and get busy, nigga
You say you a soldier, well get over here nigga we under attack
As soon as they done, they get gone
Muder mo come, come, they done, me red rum, me red rum, they done
And when we put 'em in they grave
We toss in a donut, and tell 'em we don't surrender, surrender, naw

[Hook]

I ain't talkin bout no hustla
I ain't talkin bout no gangsta
I'm hollerin at them soldiers
Revolutionary culture
Bang on out



mind sex, dead prez

[Chorus]
It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation

[Verse 1]
Pardon me love but you seem like my type
What you doin tonight? you should stop by the site
We could, roll some weed play some records and talk
I got a fly spot downtown Brooklyn, New York
Now I know you think I wanna fuck, no doubt
but tonight we'll try a different route, how bout we start
With a salad, a fresh bed of lettuce with croutons
Later we can play a game of chess on the futon
See i ain't got to get in your blouse
It's your eye contact, that be getting me aroused
When you show me your mind, it make me wanna show you mines
Reflecting my light, when it shines, just takin our time
Before the night's through, we could get physical too
I ain't tryin to say I don't wanna fuck, cause I do
But for me boo, makin love is just as much mental
I like to know what I'm gettin into

[Chorus]
We could have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation

It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
Time for some mind sex...

(singing): before we make love

Yeah, what you know about mind sex?

(singing): before we make love

[Verse 2]
African princess, tell me yo' interests
Wait, let me guess boo, you probably like poetry
Here's a little something I jotted down in case I spotted you around
So let me take this opportunity
Would you share a moment with me, over herbal tea?
Take a walk verbally, make a bond certaintly
Cuz in my hand I bet your hand fit perfectly
And it's like we floatin out in space when you flirtin wit me
C'mon, a little foreplay don't hurt (hmmm)
Imagine my chest under this shirt, your ass under your skirt
It's like walking the hot sands and finding an oasis
Opposites attract that's the basis
Our sex is the wind that seperates the yin from the yang
The balance that means complete change, our aim
Is to touch you in a delicate spot
And once we get it started I ain't trying to stop

[Chorus]
But first we have mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation

It's time for some mind sex, we ain't got to take our clothes off yet
We can burn the incense, and just chat
Relax, I got the good vibrations
Before we make love let's have a good conversation
Mind sex...

[Spoken]
She smiles, I smile
She walks, no she glides softly by me changing night into day
She opens her mouth to speak, and so sounds ring in my head
She speaks, and i want to dance to her rhythm
She moves ever so gently, increasing my desires,
As i place my arms around her waist,
Hold and squeeze unto me,
I want to melt into her body, and discover the base of her warmth
Her beautiful black body that, no human mind could ever conceive
She's love
She's truth
She's real, as real as the stars that shine in the heavens
As real as the sun that bathes her body,
As real as the moon that glows and the birds that sing and the rose
That blossoms in spring for she is that rose
And not just any rose,
But a black rose,
Black rose stands tall and stronger than any other plant
A black rose, that stands as creator, of nations of
Black rose
That never loses her petals, and blossoms all year round
Black rose,
Sweet rose,
Thornless rose
Eternal rose
Please look my way,
Please look my way
Please look my way
Black rose



body pillow, atmosphere

then there was this one night when i took the time
to examine a napkin in a chicago hotel room
i wasn't alone it was a night after a show
space was full
energy was consumed
there was a girl emphasis on the "L"
she was noticin the detail as well
and the two of us found something with each other
previously undiscovered
hell is for the lovers
and the daylight is bright always makes me squint
but it feels like magic when it touches my face
suffocate myself
overwhelm myself
and let the sunrays abandon me floatin through space

*and she still wonders why i'm so insecure
she giggles because i sleep with a body pillow
intentions are never nothing short of pure
but theres a price to pay when you try to live a little*

and attractive as that napkin ever could've been
my how it unfolded hold it to the wind
try now to be a rock but she's caught under the skin
ex-lover and a best friend
just like the rest of them
then there was this one night
i stopped to watch someone bite the tip of a cigarette
to hold it inbetween her lips
never met nobody like her please brace yourself
danger danger
this might hurt
the playground feels a lot different when the sun's out
she wasn't messin round she came in with her guns out
screamin bout the ocean
anybody wanna go with me
never knew punk rock could be so pretty
now catch your breath and then catch the ball
and sit by the phone so you can catch the call
write catchy one-liners on the bathroom stall
here i go wouldn't you know
still learnin to crawl

*Chorus*

i've always dug the way you love the way
your tattoos intimidate men
i guess i'm one of them
standin right next to you from way over here
ex-lover and a best friend
(ex-lover and a best friend)
then there was this one night i noticed a tree
that stood by itself about an hour up north
and i can picture her holding onto the limb
wearin a summer dress and a grin
swingin back and forth
talkin bout the breeze and how it easy it is
to leave all the worries in the backseat
teach me please i need the abilities to live
silly me i tried to measure it by what i can give
but she didn't need anything
just a pair of ears some strong fingers
and someone to share the tears
read the fear feeling it inadequate
now lets make-believe that i can handle it

*Chorus*

and i still get to talk to you every now and then
definition of "over" doesn't have to be the end
it's good to see you grow girl
shake my hand
that's all i want from my ex-lover and my best friend

i got your back
don't ever fucking question that
i got your back
always have
i still got your back

Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative

March 27th, 2006

08:48 pm: found this while surfin the news at my internship. karen joe, this is for you. or, rather, this is for us and the sleep deprivation debate case we never constructed...


Sleep-deprived teenagers dozing off at school, elsewhere

WASHINGTON A poll shows American kids aren't getting enough shut-eye.

The National Sleep Foundation says more than 25 percent of children say they've fallen asleep in class and only 20 percent get the recommended nine hours of sleep on school nights. The survey also says many arrive late to school because of oversleeping and others are driving drowsy.

The poll found that sixth-graders were sleeping an average of eight-point-four hours on school nights and 12th-graders just six-point-nine. Lack of sleep has been linked to less focused attention during non-sleep hours, and increased risk of obesity, diabetes, heart disease and infections.

The National Sleep Foundation's executive director says parents, educators and teenagers themselves should make sleep a priority.

Copyright 2006 Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.



in other news...

-i was so angry at work on sunday i almost walked out. the practical side of kimmie kicked in (as usual), and kept me from leaving, seeing as walking out would have been fiscally irresponsible.
-i'm a tad bit stressed over the news package due in marty's class on wed. doubting my skills, or lack thereof, already...
-we're leaving for nationals on thursday and i don't know when i'm going to have time to do laundry or pack. my DI is my baby. and i want my baby to do well. i don't see myself breaking, but i do see myself having a blast with the rest of the D1 folks! and hopefully seeing miss tracey and jenny :)
-i can't wait to go home... I CANNOT WAIT TO GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! i miss my family. that includes my cats. let me say that one more time...


I CANNOT WAIT TO GO HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


that is all... <333

February 28th, 2006

11:10 pm: le sigh.... and this time, sighing is a good thing...
it's so awesome that dustin is out of the house. it's like a breath of fresh air. i know that a few of you saw how angry i was before, but now i'm just relieved. it's water under the bridge. totally an out of sight out of mind thing, and i'm happy to say that everything is calm again at the house. i baked us a cake, and so in celebration of getting him out of the house, we hung streamers, had balloons, ate cake, and drank sparkling cider. i love kenneth and clay, they totally rock my socks... it's a good situation now...

Current Mood: happyhappy

February 24th, 2006

11:24 pm: if any of you know ***live journal told me to remove this name***
i hope you know he's a selfish fucking asshole. i cannot wait until he moves out of our house and is gone for good. he has caused us so much grief.

tears. anger. frustration. helplessness.

and if you know him and like him, i don't care if you tell him about this fucking entry. if i ever see him again, i will punch his fucking lights out.

so what's my mood right now? well, there isn't a mood for fucking angry. for fucking irate. so we're going with the lame ass infuriated cat. fuck.

Current Mood: infuriatedinfuriated
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