Showing posts with label QUESTION. Show all posts
Showing posts with label QUESTION. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

F.A.Q.

Is Kaleena your name? Or a nickname? What is that?
Kaleena would be my name. Twas given to me 21 years ago and it's been completely slaughtered all 21 on those years.

Do you like the name of your blog?
No. Truth be told, I hate it. No, I don't hate it, I really hate it. So many regrets. Just Add Kaleena? To what? If my blog title had a face, I would probably slap it.

What is a hypochondriac? How do you know you are one?
Well dear Reader, a hypochondriac is somebody who has a serious disorder in thinking they have every disease they hear of. I basically have imaginary symptoms. I knew I was a hypochondriac when I diagnosed myself with it. Yeah, it's that serious.


Why do you sometimes tell strangers your name is Nicki?
Only because I really want to skip the 5-8 awkward minutes it takes me to spell my name, pronounce it, spell it again, explain where it came from and then watch them whisper it to themselves. I've always openly wished my name was Nicki, so I get to live out my fantasy for a little while.


Why don't you like odd numbers? What is wrong with them?
I have a question for you, WHAT IS RIGHT WITH THEM? Bah.

Are the pictures on your blog all taken by you?
If it's not the photo of the day, yes, all photos are snapped by me. Great Scott! Could you imagine if I was there to photograph some of those photos of the day?? That would surely be a day ruin-er. I'm saying this with this one in mind.

Why do you refuse to watch movies with talking animals in them?
Because it's a movie.. that has talking animals in it.

 

Saturday, February 12, 2011

some questions... and stuff... and things.

Why do children, typically ages 3-8 years old just run? Mostly in grocery stores or restaurants. Why? They just run.

Did you know that you can't block Mark Zuckerberg on Facebook?

Why do I have always have to do the dishes right after I paint my nails and make them all pretty and shiney and sparkely? We  never have dishes unless I have some bitchin' nail polish on.

Why is breakfast so much better for dinner? Well maybe not so much better for dinner, but I do love it for dinner. Oh yeah.

Why can't I be a synchronized swimmer? 

Why is new music on my iPod just so delightful? It makes me happy in the face.

Why can't Panda bears be domesticated house pets? Pretty please can they be?
Why do I always have such big and extravagant hopes for the weekend but waste them by sitting and snacking? Mostly sitting. And snacking.

Why am I catching a cold? Be gone, evil cold! You won't win this time.


Why do I always crave smoothies and then after one sip, want to chuck it out the window? Or just poke it with my straw while I think about stuff. Like why I wasted my money on it...again.

Why does iTunes suck? COMPLAIN! COMPLAIN! 



and now this picture just because. i took it about... two years ago and i like it. 
 these are just a few of my scarves.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

a light bulb just appeared over my head.

Since the first time I experience a crowded closet, a bulging dresser drawer, and floor-less bedroom due to clothes piles, I've been incapable of breaking the attachment I create my friends... I mean clothes.

A few weekends ago, I actually was able to gather up ONE WHOLE garbage bag of clothes. I said a goodbye to each item going into the big scary bag and reassured them their next owner will love them more than I did (ha! yeah, right).

My plan was to take them Plato's Closet, but I'm not really in the mood for the employee to look back and forth between me and the item like wtf? and get twelve bucks back for the entire bag when in reality it would be close to $150.00.

Then. That light bulb appeared. Even that *tink* noise sounded. If you guys want, I can post pictures of the clothing I'm parting with and you can make offers if you are interested.... I'm still deciding if I will give them for free.... WHO KNOWS!!

Do you think this is a good idea? Would anyone be interested? Is this creepy and unusual?

Note: My sisters get first pick.