Comments are fun, but it doesn't really matter.

I'm just as surprised to be on your friends page as you are. Tell me who to add because it's been two years and I have no clue what is going on. My new screen name is legenkeri, what up. Leave yours!

But honestly I'm just here to show you pictures of our kid, hahahaha.

I'm dead, but I can't not update about this. Sorry if you still have me friended, but suck it. There is no other me and you beautiful people should not have to miss out on adorable pictures like the one I am about to show.

( baby picture of course )

Sometimes I like to think about my life as chapters from a book. A comedy, most likely, with witty chapter titles. Chapter 1: the day I was ripped from my mother's womb. Chapter 6: Hair, hair, everywhere. And of course Chapter 11: To all the men I've loved before (and a fuck you to the ones who never loved me back). Every day is a line from the ( Read more... )

Here I am, back to the place where I always end up no matter what path my life seems to take me on. And you know what I've learned in my absence? Not a goddamn thing. Except that yogurt with granola is delicious and nutritious for every meal and that I'm ready to burst any day now and get this kid out of me. Which I still don't know the sex of yet ( Read more... )

I had a conversation with my little niece earlier today. She called to wish her lonely aunt a happy Valentine's Day and to gush about how much candy she'd received. I smiled and listened, all the while stuffing my own face with chocolatey caramel goodness. I asked her if she had a Valentine. I love the way she always squeals in embarrassment ( Read more... )

I should have dealt with this a couple of days ago, but maybe I thought after a few days of sitting on it, it wouldn't sting as much. I was wrong. I tried to say something at the time but it didn't go through so here it is, plain and simple ( Read more... )

A proposition arises. Who knows where these things come from really. The need to be close to someone, to feel wanted, maybe even boredom. No matter which way this one came about, it happened. A slight hesitation and then agreement. I knew I would get to him. How could he even decline such an exclusive offer such as this one? I said, "Meet me ( Read more... )

Do you know me? My name is Keri Russell. I was born in Fountain Valley, CA on March 23, 1976. You can all forget my birthday in March. I don't need to celebrate the fact that I will be 30. I lived in Texas for awhile but I probably felt the Bush vibes and had to get out. I graduated from high school in Colorado and that was when an agent ( Read more... )

Mental note to self: take some time soon to read through your friends list to catch up. Comment, often.