Letters make words... (aka Kim's Two Posted Tide You Over)

Want to buy me something useful as I prepare to sell off everything I own? It won't be difficult to move around and fits easily amongst my meager belongings of the future. I need a hand-held recorder to trap down all the lines I've imaginary-ly typed out to you throughout my day. Today there were at least four. Yesterday more. And boy were they golden. Almost as golden as:

http://www.meikomusic.com/ This girl's entire album streaming online for you to listen to and me to have as a soundtrack this evening. I heard her on Nick Harcourt's Morning Becomes Eclectic. She's a little L.A. based songstress.

Or:


Rilo Kiley having a new album and this single (ahem... gold... ahem) for me to hunt down the mp3 online and wear out on my bike rides to and from my two jobs.

Yes. Two jobs. Little Miss "can't hang out because I'm already meeting two separate groups of people today and then I'm baking a pie and then I'm polishing my bike off from the grains of rain induced sand all before trying to blog again but pushing it off until the next morning and then night and then week" Kim decided it would be best to make minimum plus tips from 6:30am - 2:30pm each and every week day until money is saved for upcoming goals.

I like the place enough and the work comes easy to me. It makes me more confident going into any future interviews at other restaurants where I might second guess my abilities. If it were a tasty treat with cream cheese frosting it would be a cake. Perhaps a piece of it. That, however, is all you get since I don't blog about work. But my pants were 4 inches too short and had pleats (thankfully hid by an apron. Human sacrifice may have been necessary to the polyester Gods to have saved me from that humiliation). I couldn't leave that part out.

Pre-pleats, yesterday it all began to dawn on me:

• You have just over 2 months.
• You need to sell your stuff.
• Things will begin to wrap up soon.
• You are going to cry a lot.
• Everything is going to change.
• Try to remember everything.
• You really should devote more time to seeing those you never see.
• And writing about what areas you find most memorable.

But I'm running out of time. I'm clawing at those curtains of falling hours and minutes and days and weeks and they won't open to my whims. Their strands of thread are turning my world dark and suffocating my air. It's terrifying.

That said, I do believe my time spent is more importantly with real people and not guilt trips brought on by myself for not keeping up on the blog. So... for the first time since I started (save for the initial span of months for not having a computer) I am declaring a break.

Hence, I need a tape recorder. So I can type my memories later when I'm lonely and it's grey outside. I only need one, but all of you can mail me those little tapes I'll go through like JELL-O at a church picnic. With blueberries. And whipped cream. So it looks like a patriotic American Flag of jiggliness. You know that one went first of all the public desserts.

Be well. You have no idea what I'll be wishing for you. For a fix, you can always check my flickr - which I'll be able to update way faster and sans spellcheck.

Love love love,

K.