Archive for July 15, 2008

I guess I proved my point…

So, I suppose my post from yesterday was a bit insulting to some of you. Know what? TOO BAD. Just as you can comment anything to any post, I can write just about anything I want on here. For me, Kamloops IS some secondary level of hell. Maybe not to you, but I’ve lived there my entire life (until one year ago). Opinion aside, if you think that Kamloops is a great place to live then you need to get out and do some traveling!
Getting back on track, my intent is not to insult anyone but to have an outlet to write my feelings down. If you don’t appreciate that, why are you reading my blog? Better yet, if you don’t agree with what you’re reading, why not come up with some kind of witty remark?
For example : Don’t come back,you’re not wanted here. (posted by, Good riddance) is an unnecessary comment. I will approve them on my blog because why should I censor anyone? However, if you put your email down… You won’t be getting anything sweet in return. For those of us who are brave enough to put reality to paper (in this case, screen) comments like these are just a ridiculous, pussy slap in the face. If you want to insult me, do it intelligently, without proving my point.
Insults don’t hurt, but the truth does.

For the record, this was my response:
Subject: Thanks for the criticism, asshole.
Message: Hey,
 
thanks so much for your lovely comment. Does it feel good insulting a little girl? I bet it makes you feel better about never having left that shithole of a town, huh? I hope that Kamloops doesn’t want me back because I’m just using it for school. It’s a backwards, red-neck, scummy town filled with people whose only joy in life is to spread drama. Wow! I guess you fit in there perfectly!
Thank you again for the comment,
I hope you live out your bitter days in that lovely little valley.
 
With love,
 
Kristi DeWolf

Manic Monday? I think not…

Oh boy, do I ever feel useless.

Calgary has shown me that I’ve always known how to take care of myself – in the physical sense, but what does that really mean? I can cook, I can have a full-time job. I can pay the bills and clean up after myself. But in the true essence of life, what do these things really matter? I can’t entertain myself; I can’t provide definite happiness even though I can ensure my own safety and shelter.

Some days, I just want to create a time machine (like I said, I’m genius) to go back to last September and simply stay in Kamloops.  Then again, staying in Kamloops meant accepting the mundane, trivial and stagnent lifestyle that one can only maintain for so long. Plus, staying there would mean never having met Ashley, the love of my life – so far. He is the Yin to my Yang… or whichever the calm, fun one is… that’s Ashley. He is my proof that this life really exists, that Kamloops isn’t some alternate universe which only purpose is some level of Hell! That’s right, I come from Hell.

More on Hell, tomorrow…