Apparently I tend to get a little inside my head, and then generally fucker up anything and anyone around me with tireless worries about whether I said the right thing about political unrest in Bosnia at dinner, or maybe I should've kept that vomit story to myself, or whether it seemed like I had skipped a couple therapy seshes when I outlined the very fine line between "bat shit crazy" and "whimsical".
I've gotta stop worrying about all that shit, right? No productive, normal, contributing member of society is so caught up with everyone else's perception of her. A functioning adult is a confident decision-maker, unwary of judgment or casted stones. Do I want to be a normal member of society? No....not exactly. Who wants to be just one of the crowd? But there has to be a way to be me, and not be concurrently crippled by my own inability to accept my own points of sheer awesomeness.
Well, one thing about this blog is that I can use it to develop my alter ego. And maybe one day, one sweet day, Kennedy Kent will become me and I will become her and we will be one [I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together (that's deep, yo)]
And then I'll be Kennedy Kent/Me......the girl who's seen it all, unafraid of backlash or consequence, lives without regret or worry. She knows not of anxiety or frayed nerves. She's cooler than a cucumber disguised as Samuel L. Jackson. She's hotter than the Arizona pavement in the middle of August. She captivates and enthralls. She's the motherfucking shit. And she's on her way to anything and everything she ever wanted.
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