family
Surprises are a wonderful thing, wonderful magical things that can also be called lies.Liar liar my pants are on fire.Because I have been keeping that big ol secret from K.The lie. The surprise of her 5 year old lifetime...And it just got bigger. The lie. The
di$ney
Mother fricken motherboard.However bad this may sound this is very very good. Why? Because I am a total loser. Because we did not yet have our wireless super drive thing to back up to. Because I didn't back up my stuff. Because there were months of photos
bloggers
This may be my longest post ever... or it may just seem that way, either way, stay tuned til the end won't you, I could have a tiny droplet of good, a nugget of happy, a... no I got nothing... you're free to go... La la
getting to know you
Or rather she who comes painfully close to spilling things.What kind of things?Beans mostly. Not just any beans. The magic beans. Beans of knowledge. Di$neybean$.This evening Mr. Kaos' parents showed up to say hello and drop off a little gift for K, some spending money
angry
I remember saying I was gonna write a happy little post today. I joyful little jaunty tune maybe. Perhaps a naughty limerick would make its way to this page.fuck that. None of that is to be had. NO LAUGHTER.le sigh.My computer. MY NEW COMPUTERThe computer that I
babble
Earlier there was something there. Here in fact. But I took it down.Because having it here, it didn't make my soul any lighter. It only added to the weight pressing in on me.And having taken it down I feel better.It's the first time
hair
I did something today that I have never done before. Ever. I had a hair appointment (which I have done numerous times) and I took K with me.Sigh.In the past I have always gone when she was in school or waited for the weekend when Mr. Kaos was
babble
No, not HP the big ol company that makes printers and computers and scanners, the other HP. Harry. Potter. Yes I love the books. Yes I love the movies. And no there are no spoilers on this page about the final book or the newest movie. I have not read
k
I normally try to post something as soon as I wake up, so it isn't unusual for me to write something the night before, put some finishing touches on it and pass it on to all of you in the form of CamiKaos morning love. And that'
bloggers
It's idea thief & consumer whore all rolled into 1 little bundle... the bundle of me. A while back Mr. Fab wrote his dear readers sick and twisted post cards. I did not receive one. No postcard for little miss CamiKaos. Ignored. Unloved. Dejected. Of course in all
consumer
You heard it folks, consumer whore cami is sick, ill, infected. I'm lousy with vacation fever and I want it to stop... or at least I'd like a little more control over myself...I feel the drug that is di$neyland coursing through my veins and
cat
K has a little striped orange cat with humongous green eyes. It's stuffed. That is to say it is a stuffed animal made of fabric, fill and beads. Not one that has been taxidermied. I know some people enjoy the fine art of dead stuffed things, I know