» My most treasured possession

The one thing I treasure above all else
would have to be my blankie.
I'm 19, and have had this thing since day one.
I even brought it with me to finals before coming home from college.
It's been with me through everything. In fact, I have it here with me now.
So if my house catches fire, I'm ready to run for the hills.
(Sun 11th May 2008, 2:47, More)

» Accidental innuendo

College, good times.
While I was in my freshman year of college, I was subjected to some of the worst food ever concocted by humanity. It was within our University cafeteria, and since I had no money that week, I was forced to go there with some of my friends. Just before we left, one of them, J, decided to 'liberate' the oatmeal packets that are one of the few edible things there.
Now, I hate oatmeal, and while we were walking to our dorm, I commented on that.
Key:"I hate Oatmeal. I don't know how you can eat it J"
J: "It's yummy! Why do you have it so much, you ever eat it before?"
Key: "No, but I can't stand to look at it."
Around this time, a few of my other friends were a good couple paces ahead of us, so we were kinda loud. This is when J stated the immortal line to me, and will never be forgotten by everyone else:
"Don't look at it Key, just put it in your mouth!"
Lets just say that we have yet to stop laughing at that comment.

Length? I wouldn't know, I never looked at it!
(Fri 13th Jun 2008, 0:00, More)

» I Quit!

I [plan to] quit!
I just started my summer job as a cashier at a local grocery store.Already, I'm trying to find another job. Oh, it's not the crazy old people who demand I show them every item that rang up just so they aren't .00001 over the amount they expected to pay, or the people who lecture me on working there when I should "be going to college" (even though I am and need money for books), or the people who pay for their food with food stamps yet dress better than me or many of my non-stamp using friends. It's the fact that they believe you should do nothing but work for them even on every holiday, the huge amounts of money they take out for the union which I receive no benefits from, and the crazy co-workers who stare at me because I have red hair.

This is why I want to quit, but can't until I can line up a new job. Heres hoping...

*Note the sarcasm throughout this post btw*
(Sat 24th May 2008, 20:39, More)

» Kids

My baby story
My mom loved children and wanted one for many years. Lo and Behold, she became pregnant with yours truly, and 9 months later, little Keylynn came into this world.
According to mom, I was a good child, until I hit two years of age. I then proceeded to bite my mother every chance I got. Hard.
I was literally an ankle biter! But only with my mom.
One day I bit her over the edge. After sinking my little teeth into her, she got fed up and just smacked me on my diaper covered bottom . I crawled off and never bit her again.
(Fri 18th Apr 2008, 5:53, More)

» Phobias

Centipedes..
They just make me freak out! I cannot stand the sight or thought of those freaks with hundreds of legs.
Case in point, I was relaxing at home one night during the summer, when dad asks me to go get him a drink. Being the nice person I am, I go to downstairs and am greeted with the sight of TWO centipedes mating! I have never screamed so loudly in my life. I ran off and hid in my room under the coveres until dad realized what happened and killed them both for me.
Of course, my dad seems to find it funny how I freak out over them...
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 20:47, More)