You may call me Princess

BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME KATHARINE

I AM SEVENTEEN Image hosted by Photobucket.com

I LIKE TO RUN. I'M MOST ATTRACTIVE WHEN IM A SWEATY MESS. Image hosted by Photobucket.com

YEA, I KNOW, I'M PRETTY COOL.

IN REAL LIFE, I'M EVEN COOLER

I'D LIKE TO PURSUE A CAREER AS A PRINCESS

I THINK I'D MAKE A PRETTY DAMN GOOD ROYALTY Image hosted by Photobucket.com

MY SISTER AND I ARE GOD'S GIFTS TO EARTH Image hosted by Photobucket.com

DAMN RIGHT Image hosted by Photobucket.com

SHE'S SO DARN CUTE, I COULD JUST EAT HER UP Image hosted by Photobucket.com

SO, YOU KNOW, CALL ME SOME TIME.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Thanksgiving is by far the best holiday of the entire year. The atmosphere of crisp autumn air and the hustle and bustle of family and friends getting together creates a feeling like no other. Needless to say, the Thanksgiving feast is the probably the best feature of the holiday. However, with the best things, you often have to pay a price. Staying in a house with a turkey roasting in the oven is the most torturous thing ever. You can smell the sickeningly delicious smell of the turkey fumes rising from the oven and filling up the kitchen. The smell just overwhelms your senses and suffocates you with a euphoric sensation. And each time you pass by the oven, you can see a heavenly glow being emitted from the glaze around the crevices of the oven door and then an all of the sudden, you hear an angelic chorus in the background. Then you glance at the clock to see how much longer it will be until the glorious moment when you can sink your teeth into a huge chunk of turkey and as you count the hours left, you feel the drool around your mouth forming. Right now, it's 2:07 PM...so i have an estimated 3 hours and 53 minutes left until the moment of supreme ecstasy. Happy Thanksgiving, kiddies!

Princess Katharine [ 12:54 PM ]