This has got to be the most randomest blog yet.
Kel of Duty is derived from the FPS game from when I used to live my life on Xbox. The game was Call of Duty, specifically World At War. And… I was good at it. The game, the campaign, the multiplayer, and the only thing that really mattered: Zombies. That’s how Kel of Duty was born, because, I, Kel, was called for duty to kill zombies. Moo ha ha…but it also means a lot of things and it will evolve as time goes on. But, for now, we’ll leave it at that.
Gray matters. That’s my shade. It makes me calm and serene. I love anything black and white, like my photo. Then, I splash it with a line of neon green, or as I like to call it “Xbox Green” like the Sounder’s jerseys. If not green, then I like red. I love red lipstick. For me, when it comes to outfits, I don’t really care much about the clothes when going out. If I’m going out-out, then yeah, go all out and get the out-fit, jewelry, purse, shoes, make-up, hair—the works, but on a regular day, I love wearing gray everything—just layers of shades of gray. It’s the shoes that count, then a nice diamond ring, pretty make-up, gorgeous shoes (or Nikes) and a nice purse and then the rest is up to your personality.
I delight in tea and teapots and tea sets and would like to start a collection of eclectic tea sets. Not old lady stuff, but just different types of tea sets that you rarely see.
I’m a brat. I ask for kisses from My Honey, and then I ask for more and then some more. Then, some more… and then… “EH EH EH EH EHHHHH, some more!!!” “MORE!!!” Very demanding for kisses. Closed eyes and smoochy lips waiting and all.
I want to do the 100 things about me, but who cares…? I think it’ll be fun. I have other things to write about, but they just branch out to other random things that I end up even confusing myself. I feel better now. I’m going to read, meditate, take my meds and knock out. I hope this loneliness goes away. That’s another thing… the more My Honey and I grow more and more into our relationship, the more and more I miss him soooooo much. *sad face*
So, what’s the most randomest shit that you can think of about yourself?
You know it, unedited… and remember, don’t react… go beyond…. And, RISE.
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