While sitting at dinner the other day

Mike says to me, "Whoa. Your hair is crazy."
Kajsia: Really?
Mike: It looks like you got electrocuted.
Kajsia: oh boy.

Boys always know exactly what to say
to make you feel really special.

Best Typo of the Day.

Today while chatting with my dear friend and co worker Josh, (about an upcoming convention where people from my work will attending and trying to sell our products) an amazing typo happened.

IM CONVERSATION
(starts with me saying how i am not attending the convention)

Kajsia: I never get to go to things like that, they should have me go though. I am a great sales person.
Josh: They definitely should.
Kajsia: I could see you toilet paper.
Josh: Did you mean, "I could SELL you toilet paper?"

Kajsia: No. I like it better see.

Are you bored?

Poor? Live in Utah?
Do you need something- anything to do that is free?

Look no further than the Orem Public Library!

Right now on display in the Rotunda (a sweet seating area on the outskirts of the library) are the awe-inspiring high contrast ink and charcoal yarn drawings done by ... me.

That's right. I have an art show! Whoo hoo.
With the help of 2 people much smarter than myself (The best teacher in the world: Tawni Shuler, and her intern: Larry) I took measurements, choose the order of the pieces, hung the pieces at approximately the same height (that's right, i had to do math), and adjusted the lights. It doesn't sound like much- but it took me a while. In the process i broke 1 frame and scored 2 cuts on my index finger, and i think i even broke a sweat.

Art is hard work.

Here is a little preview: 

This is the one that had the frame i broke.

I finally know why i'm

so crazy.

Misophonia. Ever heard of it? Well.

It's literally "hatred of sound."  Experiencing irritability from exposure of inoffensive sounds like breathing, chewing, humming, knuckle cracking. Basically, you want get upset at someone for being a person.

Um, yeah. that is me.
No offensive, but you being alive is annoying me.

this will really satisfy my

sweet tooth.

Because when you want some jelly bellies-
6 is the magical number.
I think i have mentioned before that at my work we have cupboards full of snacks for all to share and this is what someone left me with- along with my now broken heart.
Why would anyone just leave 6?

It feels like a slap in the face.

You know you are crazy

when you're in a bathroom stall and someone comes in- and you have yet to accomplish your goal of going into the bathroom in the first place- and you leave.

You gather yourself and things and leave.