Kelly Sullivan
Social
Relationship Status
Single
Highschool
Riverdale High School
College
MTSU, until I transfer the heck out.
Interests
Renaissance faires, acting, dancing, drawing, writing, reading, poetry, stage combat, rapiers, archery, coffee and conversation, crème brûlée, France, travelling, Shakespeare, the supernatural, music, laughing, politics
Favorite Music
Classical and indie.
All Developers Shall Be Impaled On Sight Until Further Notice.
August 21 2005
W00t, I'm free until Wednesday! Now who wants to go do something??
I found the best chocolate bar and the best t-shirt ever at Target yesterday. [M*A*S*H 4077th.] It is love. As is the Seattle Chocolate Company espresso bar. Dark chocolate. Milk chocolate. Ground Turkish espresso. All in shiny gold foil. You must try it; it is delirium. Do not consume while driving.
They're building two houses down the road from us, in fields that used to be Mrs. Heaton's farm. Buggers. They're going to stick vinyl clapboard houses in a field that used to graze donkeys that let us pet them and cows that ran away whenever I walked by [disturbing at the time but nostalgic now]. Pretty soon this place will no longer be the BFE haven I admittedly love and instead will be populated by families with SUV's and wandering children who will no doubt infilitrate the boundaries of our hallowed plot of land. I'm thinking landmines and taking a ratchet to every crucial part of the bulldozers that will respond. Who's with me??
Granted, I plan to move to an urban wasteland someday soon. I love cities. I do. Where they are.
Not where the one house I've lived in my entire life is.
Okay, that's about two paragraphs of negative energy right there. I need something cheery.
Nuclear warheads, for instance.
I have finished reading one of the greatest books of all time. Check out Phillipa Gregory. She is astounding genius when it comes to historical fiction.
I'm out. Have to get ready for auditions. Woot!
I found the best chocolate bar and the best t-shirt ever at Target yesterday. [M*A*S*H 4077th.] It is love. As is the Seattle Chocolate Company espresso bar. Dark chocolate. Milk chocolate. Ground Turkish espresso. All in shiny gold foil. You must try it; it is delirium. Do not consume while driving.
They're building two houses down the road from us, in fields that used to be Mrs. Heaton's farm. Buggers. They're going to stick vinyl clapboard houses in a field that used to graze donkeys that let us pet them and cows that ran away whenever I walked by [disturbing at the time but nostalgic now]. Pretty soon this place will no longer be the BFE haven I admittedly love and instead will be populated by families with SUV's and wandering children who will no doubt infilitrate the boundaries of our hallowed plot of land. I'm thinking landmines and taking a ratchet to every crucial part of the bulldozers that will respond. Who's with me??
Granted, I plan to move to an urban wasteland someday soon. I love cities. I do. Where they are.
Not where the one house I've lived in my entire life is.
Okay, that's about two paragraphs of negative energy right there. I need something cheery.
Nuclear warheads, for instance.
I have finished reading one of the greatest books of all time. Check out Phillipa Gregory. She is astounding genius when it comes to historical fiction.
I'm out. Have to get ready for auditions. Woot!
