Chupa this!

I found a dum dum on my dinning room table, all alone, the "Mystery Flavor" kind. which, BTW is a mixture of two flavors - which ones, I don't know?

Think I will do a series of dum dum portraits - all flavors.

Today was filled with ready made food sculptured paintings: one of an aged onion and the second of an uneaten lollipop. When I finally get my camera from DUMBO I'll let you see how they turned out.

Here is an edited pic of my special guy friend.

4 hearts....lets dance

Pisces and Scorpio:

When these two connect for the first time, sparks will fly and both might feel they have met a soul mate. There will be a deep, unexplained mystical connection when they get to know one another and start dating.

Pisces represents Scorpios fifth house of love and sex. This could be love at first sight. Many relationships and marriages take place when these two fall in love. Both will remain loyal, committed and be highly understanding of each other. This could be the one you have been waiting for, Pisces! Pisces and Scorpio are very mesmerizing water signs and capable of captivating each other. Sexually they couldn’t have found a more compatible partner. The need to express love will be felt very strongly by both parties and sex will be exotic, erotic and intoxicating.

Memories of this attraction linger in both Scorpio and Pisces minds long after their romance is over. Don’t let a bad day ruin your chances for long-term love.


Compatibility Rating:
(4 hearts)
It doesn’t get any better than this!
Go for it!

I do believe I am the center of the universe.

That's right my cute little bike was all polished and shiny, ready to ride, which I did last night to the new amazing HiChristina space on grand street. A five minute ride and I was there ready to venture into the surreality Fritz and Christina have created in the midst of the 99 cent stores and the rows of never ending Williamsburg bars and coffee shops.

and so this afternoon i went to pick up my shiny friend, rode her to the gym and was content with her performance. That is until further analysis of the bike seat confirmed my fear. The shit was bust. My butt managed to bend the metal rod holding up my seat...dammit. i love riding in and out of traffic especially in the warmness we had today. this little bike has spent a good portion of the month sitting in Johnny's house and now when got the wheels fixed it decides to go kerplunk...and there it goes.

Today's breakfast: slightly toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, and Blueberry blossom white tea.

In a series of events that I wish hadn't happened.

Hello, is this Jack?

Hello..........

well, when i read about the dog the other day and those pretty flowers in the garden, I had to hang up the chatter. but the other night I had a dream I was sleeping next to an enormous tree filled with Boston creme (yea like the doughnut), and in this tree I would normally write songs about people living in Antarctica and having sex in blubber suits while nursing Inuit children. I don't know but this all made sense to me especially since i had started performing under the guise of Juanita from Antarctica.

But lately Jack wasn't answering any of my postcards. I had already sent three in a row with no response. my obsession grew every time I opened the mailbox. I was longing for a ghost. That last night I told him I couldn't see him anymore. or at the very least that we should be on some permanent platonic hiatus. Nobody would be having sex. Nobody.

I proposed he could take me out on old school dates and bring me right back home, but under no circumstance was he to let me stay at his place or vice-versa. My eyes were dark and sagged from no sleep and a full night's crying. it had been a while since the crying....that real tear jerker stuff with your sinuses leaking into the next day. Where your lungs hurt and your legs go wobbly and your mouth is sooo dry. David had witnessed that cry a lot and now the only person I could think to console me was him. He was always so logical and calm. A Zen master in disguise. he was a super hero and both of us together were like the wonder twins. just enough of the emotional spectrum to cancel out any fighting or anger.

I miss that, I miss it a lot.
I miss Jack and I miss David, I miss them both.

today's breakfast: generic Raisin Bran, a banana, two waffles (one of a higher quality than the other), light syrup, 1% milk. I miss that already, I miss it a lot.

Victor said he would fight polar bears to smell his beloved's hair.
I'd like a castle in the sky as well, full of soft kittens and stuffed animals. Where Jack could trap me and I would be his for.................

today's daytime timeline

I don't deserve this.
What, you lost your wallet AGAIN!
Look, my A.D.D. is getting worse everyday. It's not like I ask to reset and start over every couple of weeks, it just seems to happen with more frequency now that I don't care about blacking out on alcohol.

So do you really believe you don't have an addictive personality?
Well yea...no, i think I'm addicted to sex is all. No big deal.
I think Elizabeth Taylor was a sex addict.
Sweet goddess, that's exactly what I wanted to hear.


Confusing as it is, I have this conversation with myself at least twice a month. I want Richard Burton as my twice divorced alcoholic husband that I love to hate. All of my three relationships with men have summed themselves up this weekend to = Kerry is ready to love yet unsure of life and its ability to make this happen without the pain that always comes with the vulnerability. I would like to leave the forum up for questions. Anything really.

Ask away

Wow this Blog went nowhere

SO today is the first day in 6 months that I have bothered to address the internets via this blog.

Hi....internet.

This blog really was only used while I was out of the country and now, well I need to revive it and make it live or something. Also, I have one other shared blog that was written by me and a special friend i made when I was in the Dominican Republic. Sort of an ode to our love affair. Kind of cheesy now that I think about it. I enjoy it as a time capsule and a reminder that "LOVE" is sooo fleeting and fickle.

Just so you know internet, in the background folks are discussing the merits of the movie "Bad Lieutenant" which is getting rave reviews by more than one person I know.

And now a list of unimportant things:

-Herbal tea helps reduce the effects of lock jaw
-I've been wearing my bronze cowboy boots for too many days. I miss my sneaks.
-I have lost two friends this week and gained a place to live
- living out of a backpack is sort of stressful and not, all at the same time
- Hey internet, should I go to San Fransisco?
- What should I have for lunch?
- I want to be a French/Spanish balladeer
- palindromes make me giddy
- I have ADD for sure but have never been disgnosed
- autism is beautiful
- logic is inherently a male trait(I know women might disagree, but its true) BUT it can be learned by women to be used as a secret weapon against total male domination
- Bisexuality is close to godliness

Poemas: En los ojos del reloj

He is a fable
hauling red lightning through the dust of an uneven sky
His stare settles on the tip of my nose and he is unearthing his heart

and i lean in softly like a whisper
a forgotten thought against his chest
and we breathe in unison from time to time
breathe in the mean time

Arms in hands upon my thighs and wisp of fragrant hair takes my breath
A sparkle in your smile, A sparkle on your mind

remembering any feelings I can only remember his name.............(TBC)