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Wow, that is so incredibly lame. I'm really earnestly sorry all that shit had to happen to you.

Because the problem obvously couldn't be with you.

My life doesn't suck. My life, actually, rocks. I wake up smiling every day and I go to bed smiling. Despite the fact that I'm posting from a public library 'cos I don't own my own computer. Despite the fact I live in a homeless shelter. Despite a number of shitty factors that could very easily bring me down.

I'm not the only one who can miss a point here, apparently.

Wow, you totally missed the point of Sepia's post, didn't you?

Maybe your personal stench distracted you.  It's possible.

Obviously. After all, my intelligence is totally and completely proportional to my income. Maybe you should explain it to me.

That may be true, but Sepia never posted anything negativly against you.  Did you really have to go and shit on his post?

You are fantastically good at making enemies, you know.

Only when I want to. Offline, I'm actually extremely pleasant and easy to get along with.

I'm so sick and tired of people who have so goddamned much and piss and moan and complain about how shit sucks. You know what sucks? Being fucking homeless sucks. You want to talk about failing your parents? Never mind this boo-hoo I didn't finish college bullshit. Sleeping in a dorm infested with bed bugs sucks. Only owning two changes of clothes sucks. Having to busk in the cold for enough pocket change to sit in a cafe and escape the weather sucks. Should I continue? And yet (despite the consciously-selected angered tone I'm taking), I'm the one with a smile on my face. You assholes don't even know how much you have.

Y'all can go fuck yourselves and your whiny bullshit. Don't like your life? Fucking do something about it, rather than piss and moan into a computer screen displaying posts of a bunch of other assholes who hate their lives about how you want to step in front of an SUV, or stop bitching and get it over with.

Because really, deep down, I hate you all.

I woke up silently this morning, half an hour before my 7am homeless-shelter wake up call, fifteen minutes earlier than I usually do, and so allowed myself to enjoy the luxury of laying comfortably in my plastic-matress bottom bunk on a steel-framed bed in a room full of sleeping boys, guys, and men. I went downstairs, had the staff open my locker full of what very little I own, and donned my best white dress shirt, only green tie, black suit jacket, and black fedora. Not because I had to; only because I felt like it.

Today is a special day; at 9pm this evening, there will be a massive game of Capture-the-Flag taking place in Toronto's downtown financial district, played out by some couple hundred happy, life-loving young adults. At some point during all this, amongst all my closest friends, I'll get to see my ftm-trans boyfriend, run around together, and eventually retire to his place for the night. I can barely contain my excitement.

After brushing my teeth, I pondered the meaninglessness of brushing before eating breakfast as I sat down to a bowl of frosted flakes and fresh pear slices, moistened with milk from a dispensing machine and washed down with half a glass of apple juice; only half, as I didn't want to consume *too* much sugar so early in the morning. Having finished eating just in time for some of the friends I've made in the past couple days I'd been there to wake up and saunter downstairs, I was delighted to be able to pay full attention to, and even occasionally participate in, the witty banter that goes on between semi-bemused morning-bitchy young european gay men. After filling some time with happy laughter, I was invited to coffee by one of said men, (and was pleasantly suprised to find another of my friends already at the cafe,) thus continuing the banter for some time. Upscale chain-cafe coffees polished off, the two of us left to talk to a friend we had seen walking past before going our separate ways.

It was a cold fall morning, one of the first of many to fall under the single-digits celcius, but the thin jacket I was wearing sufficed enough that I could still walk to the library with a smile on my face. I checked my emails and my forums, and enjoyed laughing at a tale of miserable people who don't have a clue how fortunate they really are.

It's going to be a wonderful day today, somehow better than the last; just like it is every day.

http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/Art1.jpg <---- Is a high school doodle done instead of doing actual work.

http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k1a.jpg <---- Is it's evolved form, using a Moon Stone.

- i can't quite make out what the tiny scribblings are in de central circle, are they ones and zeros? binary code?
- the character 'm' next to the 'Au'
- the upside down 'Mu' in white
- the greek symbol for 'pi' (as far as i know, pi doesn't have much to do with phi ?)

-Yes. Also, amongst all the 1's and 0's is a single 2.
-The piece isn't only about Phi, but rather a representation of my brand of eclectic spirituality which includes and ties together Hinduism and Sacred Geometry, amongst many other things.
-It's a reference to one of the stories in the Principia Discordia, about the Cow that answers the irate sage "Mu", Chinese for 'No-thing'. The name of the piece is 'The Chao, Expanded', after all.
-There're a lot of circles in the piece.

Yeah, I'm more or less just joking around at my own expense. If I needed validation, I sure as shit wouldn't come here.

Oh yeah, and the more you know about Phi (1.618), the cooler that first piece is.

[The Chao, Expanded]

How does someone so rediculously full of phail do this?

The Chao, Expanded
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k1a.jpg

The Lotus
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k2a.jpg

Also, I have a slightly-higher resolution scan of my last piece;
Untitled 06
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j107/KT_Kaitlyn/k0a.jpg

Enjoy!

fine.

i listened.
not bad for beginning.
bored me though.

happy?

Yes.

I really love how, when I mentioned I was learning the djembe, people jumped down my throat, and then when I actually posted a sample, no one listened to it at all. God I love this place.

He's a chick with a manual transmission.

Yes.

...Round thingies?