Good news for my (3) Tumblr followers:
I’ve been going back in time and making comic strips of tumblr posts, ultimate goal of making it into a book. (Some funny, some serious, some sad, etc. It’s a good mix)
TODAY I SHOWED IT TO MY PUBLISHER AND HE APPROVED MY IDEA FOR A SECOND BOOK.
Exciting, fun, lots more work to do. Love you, babies
I have an attractive man volunteering at all of my sports teams. This is a thing now, I guess.
Rowing: Tim. He knows I think he’s a babe but hasn’t asked me on a date. My interest is fading.
Tennis: CJ. He knows I think he’s a babe but “unfortunately I have a girlfriend.” okay, fine.
Lacrosse: Colin. Tonight was the first practice so I’ll give it 2 more weeks until he knows I think he’s a babe. I am too obvious/there’s no such thing as a “keep to yourself” with these people. it’s pretty fun.
Handcycling: first practice is mid July. My hopes are high.
sometimes I fill up Achilles’ (completely dry) water bowl or (totally empty) food bowl and she drinks/eats for 5 immediate minutes after it’s filled. it makes me angry
I was interviewed by CBS6 today, snorted in so many shots.
let’s
see
if they cut that out.
This is a test.
one snort, one big ol’ snort at the beginning of the video. perfect and beautiful
I was interviewed by CBS6 today, snorted in so many shots.
let’s
see
if they cut that out.
This is a test.
on a smaller scale
my happiness is measured by how many places I can sing Beyoncé out loud (like, loud). Right now, 3: my house, my car, in the neighborhood on my handcycle. searching for a man who will love my singing voice then I will peak. searching, still searching
I thought mom was eating potato chips and I was wondering why she was so hungry but I opened my eyes and it is raining
I don’t accept friend requests from people I don’t know on Facebook anymore (lesson learned: there is definitely such thing as a wheelchair fetish) so I just let the requests sit in my inbox to see how many will add up.
as of today, 21. Twenty one! some of them have sent me creepy sexual messages as follow up, but most are just other people in wheelchairs - trying to be “in community” maybe. it’s a nice effort but I’m scared of the fetish
when I ride my handcycle I turn into A DIFFERENT person. Today:
1. rode for 2.25 hours without a shirt on. Kristin whaaat. Stopped and talked with so many people. They didn’t patronize me, which was nice.
2. screamed the sentence “dis weather is good” like ebonics to men in a porch. I picked up a new dialect. Then I waved my hands off and kept going.
3. Riding with my elbows up to air out my armpits because I saw someone doing that once at a soccer game. I don’t sweat. who am I
I discovered neighborhood attached to mine that’s HUGE, which is great news for my handcycling, but also today while I was riding I got 2 shoutouts from men on their porches (2 different houses. one topless man, one shirted), saw one butt crack, and got the name of an acupuncturist in Richmond that “can cure disabilities” (shoutout to my new friend Giselle).
Achilles and I are lost in this neighborhood right now. I’m so happy
I had drinks tonight with a girl named Taylor so I nicknamed her Tequila Taylor and it’s good, I’ve addressed her at least 35 times. I tried to make “Kinky Kristin” a thing but nobody caught on. Marielle said I “have to earn” my nickname and that’s scary so I let it go
“Right now I’m on tennis, rowing, handcycling, and archery teams so I think I should wait until summer to sign up for horseback riding. By then I’ll only be doing handcycling, lacrosse, and road racing.”
I just spoke about myself at an elementary school and the teacher bought Greater Things to read to her second grade class.
so
that’s
really
cool.
