Uncategorized

cleansing

Cami Kaos

16 Sep 2008 — 1 min read

I'm fairly certain that the information I'm about to impart to you falls into the category of things you didn't want to know about CamiKaos (or anyone else on the planet that isn't running for the Office of President or vying for the #1 position on some VH1 celebrities who are famous countdown)...

I love cleaning my ears. One of the things I look forward to each and every day is that time a few minutes after I get out of the shower when I can pick up a couple of Q-tips (and yes I mean Q-tips, not generic cotton swabs because there is sooo a difference) and clean my ear. I don't know what it is but it ranks up there in my top ten list of pleasurable sensations...

It's on par with that first big stretch of the morning and the taste of bacon.

Coming soon

This is Cami Kaos, a brand new site by Cami Kaos that's just getting started. Things will be up and running here shortly, but you can subscribe in the meantime if you'd like to stay up to date and receive emails when new content is published!

the invites...

Yesterday my mother showed up at my door with 13 handcrafted birthday invitations in one hand and 1.75 liters of vodka in the other. The two are mostly unrelated. The invites are made from paper and glitter. Stamp and ink. She didn't write in them, but provided

there is not a raccoon in my kitchen...

As I sit quietly in my living room working I tend to listen to the sounds of home. The slight buzz and hum of my heater, the birds chirping and chattering from my high windows, the rush of cars on the street outside, and the constant chirps, pings, and trills

you put your hair in the coconut...

I remember putting some crazy things in my hair as a kid. Lemon juice, kool-aid, mayonnaise, avocado, tea, and that scalding hot oil treatment. With that last one I might as well been torturing myself with tar and feathers. Then there was the one summer I strived to find the

Read more

Coming soon

the invites...

there is not a raccoon in my kitchen...

you put your hair in the coconut...