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About Me

The first thing you should know about me is that I am terrible about checking my email and keeping my page updated. I don't know why, but I just forget to do it!The second would be that I hate this section of the profile..."about me." As if anyone actually reads it or cares. I feel a little uncomfortable writing a paragraph about myself, and though I am incredibly eloquent when it comes to other subjects, I feel a sort of stutter develop when I'm asked to describe myself.That said, I am incredibly sensitive, moody and complicated. I write to vent frustrations, to voice observations, and to organize the thoughts that sometimes make me dizzy. I love Pepsi with lemon wedges and pickles with extra salt. I believe that people are basically good, even though I curse them when I'm driving. I dream in color and I don't believe the theory that the color is added upon waking. If my subconscious is capable of imagining elaborate happenings and beautiful scenarios, then it is also capable of doing so in color, end of argument. Without spellcheck I would seem completely illiterate and I love my pocket thesarus. I don't know if the glass is half full OR half empty, but I do know that it's owner is still thirsty somewhere while we debate the philosophical value of water in a cup...Lastly, the most important thing I know I learned from my mother: life is too long to spend it in sorrow and too short to spend it without love.
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My Interests

My only interest right now is finishing school so that I can get the hell out of Texas and back to my life in Maryland.

I'd like to meet:

Anyone else who adds salt to their pickles, lemon to their Pepsi and laughter to the lives of others.

Music:

EVERYTHING!!!!!All depends on the mood I'm in.

Books:

My all time favorite book is Robin McKinley's "Beauty". It's a retelling of the "Beauty and the Beast" fairytale, and it is just lovely. I read it when I was a little girl, and it made me want to write and love and grow roses...

Heroes:

My Mother, even though she's crazy. My father and my Step-Mother because they're so damn sane. My brother, for growing up...finally! My grandparents for many, many reasons and my girls, who give me all the strength I'll ever need.

My Blog

too much sand

blue and burgundy and taupe rough and small and full of hope there was a loss but now a gain as the midday sun dries the morning rain and spring emerges and summer looms and winter rests in autu...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Mon, 21 Apr 2008 03:39:00 PST

and the word of the day is perfervid....

When the Earth Quakes the earth begins to turn under herself restlessly trembling and grumbling until the cover of dirt and rock feels too heavy to bare the softer things below them pushing up with s...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 06:45:00 PST

ok people...

Since I was a very young, my family has viewed me as a golden child. The phrase most often used being "She has so much potential! I don't know how she turned out so well with a mother like...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 10:17:00 PST

ahhh...release!!

music, loud and large and pulsing in every ounce of me windows down, winds and sounds and silence in my head sunshine and pavement full tank of gas this is freedom ******* nesting, every...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:14:00 PST

the honeymooners

she thought she had to say the wordsshe thought she had to show itshe knew there wasn't time enoughshe felt she had outgrown it too soon the summer endsand fades into autumn's twilighttoo soon th...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 05:05:00 PST

going back home

Leaving this strange place behind will be a bittersweet ordeal and the road to where I'm going is primarily uphill. but my stubborn ideologies have got the better of me now and I know that I shall stu...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 02:18:00 PST

subtle

ever soft and tender and bleeding, the heart within me swells and surges for those I have already mourned. I have already died with them for them realizing this is somewhat of a comfort the storm is e...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:08:00 PST

thoughts

stutter...stutter... nervous and unsure and I laugh I can't help it she's so unaware her mind races too much too many things mouth too slow to know her words....
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 10:10:00 PST

This can’t really be anymore personal than the other shit I’ve posted...

The strangest truths to accept are always the ones we've denied about ourselves. All that motivates us, that drives us onward, seems nonsensical when analyzed and dissected. Oh I know that I hav...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 09:40:00 PST

some sort of love poem

Like the seashore pebbly and sparkling his gaze came upon me inside I shuddered trembled and wondered how he had such power over me without knowing it he moves me makes magic inside of me and creates ...
Posted by Kelly Mayberry on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 08:57:00 PST