I haven't written in quite sometime...I should introduce myself to those of you who don't know me. I'm a semi-psychotic girl with borderline personality disorder. I'm impulsive at times...my new kick is antique typewriters. I think I bought five within 48 hours. My husband nearly crapped his pants and hit the roof. You're probably wondering, "Why typewriters?" Well, I'm into antique typewriters because of my new job.
I help people self-publish their projects (anything from cookbooks to genealogies). The first few weeks have been quite slow, so I would read old LIFE magazines on Google Books. In a 1955 magazine, I fell hopelessly and helplessly in love with an ad about the Royal Deluxe Quiet typewriter. Peptobismol pink. My good gosh, I was pathetically obsessed.
A couple days later, it was Frye moccasins...I couldn't stop.
Needless to say, I expelled the evil spirit of impulsiveness that comes around every three or four months. My poor husband.
I love doing the book thing. I love designing the covers, formatting the book block. I even like scanning the massive genealogy documents that have found their way to my desk. As long as I keep myself busy, I excel. That's how this being crazy stuff works...you have to find a routine to throw yourself into, work furiously on it and smile. When you smile a pretty smile, people think you're wonderful. People think you could be their next best friend. That's how you survive the day. Read as much as you can to stuff your brain full of useless knowledge you obsess over while you can't sleep later on. That's how you survive the night.
I've traced the British Royal line from Charlemagne to Elizabeth II. I have read about most of the high profile serial killers and rapists. I found out that Ted Bundy (infamous serial rapist and murder) died the day I was born. I find that ironic...since I was raped in college. Maybe his death was a curse? Maybe he still found me, only in the body of a spoiled man-child who preyed on, and probably still preys on, innocent freshmen. God, if I know.
I've read every page of the Bible. I believe it. I'm constantly striving to be like Jesus, I just fail about 99% of the time. He's gracious...He's been good to me, despite my rough past.
Anyways, I'm Kaylea. I'm slightly crazy...but I can be very charming, funny, maybe a little sarcastic and crude sometimes. I am foul mouthed most times, short-tempered as well. I constantly feel guilty, but at the same time I'm not ashamed of who I am. It's a weird balance.
