I've never successfully maintained a blog for any extended period of time. However, because I am a sufferer of mental health problems, I feel it is my duty to at least attempt to share my situation and help to do my part (all be it ever so small) to edge our society away from stigmatizing us.
I don't know how well I'll do chronicling my daily struggles here, but I'll certainly be committed to giving it my best shot. Along the way, if it only assists even just one person, any fallout will be worth it and, at the end of the day, if there's comfort / support / aid / whatever to be had, it'll definitely make life better for me as well.
Sometimes just knowing you're not alone is enough. Here you are most emphatically not and if you ever need someone to only listen, please feel free to email me. Because I'm glad you've stopped by and you are always welcome. Via this, maybe we can all make it to a brighter, more functional day. So read on my brothers and sisters....
Forever peace,
Kemi~
faithfool@gmail.com
Social Group: Unsanity
I don't know how well I'll do chronicling my daily struggles here, but I'll certainly be committed to giving it my best shot. Along the way, if it only assists even just one person, any fallout will be worth it and, at the end of the day, if there's comfort / support / aid / whatever to be had, it'll definitely make life better for me as well.
Sometimes just knowing you're not alone is enough. Here you are most emphatically not and if you ever need someone to only listen, please feel free to email me. Because I'm glad you've stopped by and you are always welcome. Via this, maybe we can all make it to a brighter, more functional day. So read on my brothers and sisters....
Forever peace,
Kemi~
faithfool@gmail.com
Social Group: Unsanity
Then I Touched Alice
Posted 4th May 2009 at 01:27 PM by joyfool
Updated 6th May 2009 at 05:52 AM by joyfool (Added link and picture.)
Updated 6th May 2009 at 05:52 AM by joyfool (Added link and picture.)
Giraffiti alice cooper, faint, fan convention, master loves me!
Everyone knows I'm in love with Alice Cooper, right? Well this past weekend I finally got to meet him up close and personal after a 3 year long obsession at the Texas Frightmare Weekend Horror Convention.
Oh my.
First that I saw him, he had a Q&A session with his fans. There was probably over a 100 plus people in attendance and they were just picking random hand-raisers out of the crowd. After about half a dozen questions, I meekly raised my hand.
I have no idea what got into me.
Two more passed by and then the MC chose me. I spluttered and squeaked, "Hi Alice." He enthusiastically (undoubtedly because he thought I was going to have a stroke) said hello back, then to put me at ease started teasing; "So a train leaves Boston at 4:30 going 45 miles an hour...." and everyone laughed.
I couldn't remember my question.
The MC prompted me futher by bringing over the microphone to the only person who needed it. Finally, I piped up with, "You've always played the bad guy in your movie roles. Have you ever considered going against type?"
And my husband said it must have been the best question because he gave it his longest answer. I don't know if that's true or not, for I'm not even positive what the hell he said.
I simply stared, smiled and bobbed my head in agreement. Like this --->
Afterwards, he took that opportunity to segue into a funny story. I certainly didn't mind and it appeared to make everyone else happy too. Mission 1 accomplished.
Then we VIPs (heh) were all directed to the next spot where he'd be signing autographs and taking pictures. I toted the original 45 of Hard Hearted Alice (elsewhere, my screenname is always HardHeartedKemi) for him to sign and my trusty, borrowed digital camera. Around 10 minutes later, we were set to go.
I had to give some lackey further down the line my item and tell them what I wanted him to write on it and to who. I didn't realize they did it that way and I was unprepared and stumped. The lady suggested, "How about 'Thanks for last night.'?" and I about stopped breathing while I stared at her in shock.
Yeah, I'm a badass.
Instead, I asked for him to thank me for the watch. Ya see, I'm part of an all-female group dedicated to lusting after him and last year we all pitched in a bought him a ridiculously priced antique watch for his 60th birthday. By deciding on that phrase, it'd give me something to say to him other than my dazzling repetoire of "Uh, uh...."
She wrote that down and I moved on with butterflies in my tummy.
Eternity stood still as it was my turn. I humbly handed over my record and coughed out my spiel. He said he loved the watch, blah blah, "Dear God he has beautiful blue eyes.," blah, "I wish I could touch his hair.," blah. I couldn't tell you exactly what we talked about or who I handed my camera to, but the next thing I know?
I'm sitting beside him and we're touching shoulders!
< faint feeling >
Click!
Last I stuck out my hand and thanked him for answering my question. Who knows if he even remembered what in the world I was talking about at that point, but he was unbelievably scrumptious and gracious.
I can die happy now.
On cloud 999,
Kemi [wishes it was] Cooper
P.S. Here's my squeaky self at the end. Heh. And then here we are!
Oh my.
First that I saw him, he had a Q&A session with his fans. There was probably over a 100 plus people in attendance and they were just picking random hand-raisers out of the crowd. After about half a dozen questions, I meekly raised my hand.
I have no idea what got into me.
Two more passed by and then the MC chose me. I spluttered and squeaked, "Hi Alice." He enthusiastically (undoubtedly because he thought I was going to have a stroke) said hello back, then to put me at ease started teasing; "So a train leaves Boston at 4:30 going 45 miles an hour...." and everyone laughed.
I couldn't remember my question.
The MC prompted me futher by bringing over the microphone to the only person who needed it. Finally, I piped up with, "You've always played the bad guy in your movie roles. Have you ever considered going against type?"
And my husband said it must have been the best question because he gave it his longest answer. I don't know if that's true or not, for I'm not even positive what the hell he said.
I simply stared, smiled and bobbed my head in agreement. Like this --->
Afterwards, he took that opportunity to segue into a funny story. I certainly didn't mind and it appeared to make everyone else happy too. Mission 1 accomplished.
Then we VIPs (heh) were all directed to the next spot where he'd be signing autographs and taking pictures. I toted the original 45 of Hard Hearted Alice (elsewhere, my screenname is always HardHeartedKemi) for him to sign and my trusty, borrowed digital camera. Around 10 minutes later, we were set to go.
I had to give some lackey further down the line my item and tell them what I wanted him to write on it and to who. I didn't realize they did it that way and I was unprepared and stumped. The lady suggested, "How about 'Thanks for last night.'?" and I about stopped breathing while I stared at her in shock.
Yeah, I'm a badass.
Instead, I asked for him to thank me for the watch. Ya see, I'm part of an all-female group dedicated to lusting after him and last year we all pitched in a bought him a ridiculously priced antique watch for his 60th birthday. By deciding on that phrase, it'd give me something to say to him other than my dazzling repetoire of "Uh, uh...."
She wrote that down and I moved on with butterflies in my tummy.
Eternity stood still as it was my turn. I humbly handed over my record and coughed out my spiel. He said he loved the watch, blah blah, "Dear God he has beautiful blue eyes.," blah, "I wish I could touch his hair.," blah. I couldn't tell you exactly what we talked about or who I handed my camera to, but the next thing I know?
I'm sitting beside him and we're touching shoulders!
< faint feeling >
Click!
Last I stuck out my hand and thanked him for answering my question. Who knows if he even remembered what in the world I was talking about at that point, but he was unbelievably scrumptious and gracious.
I can die happy now.
On cloud 999,
Kemi [wishes it was] Cooper
P.S. Here's my squeaky self at the end. Heh. And then here we are!
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Girl, I could tie a string around your toe and take a trip around the world just by hanging onto the other end.Posted 4th May 2009 at 05:49 PM by Dazzling White Diamonds 
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Sweet!
Posted 4th May 2009 at 07:01 PM by Panacea
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YOU GO GIRL! And I guess I am just flat out brazen, but if I want to touch a guy's hair, I ask
Posted 4th May 2009 at 07:38 PM by GreyCloud9
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That is just so cool.
Posted 5th May 2009 at 02:17 AM by Moon Dog
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Heehee. I'm still floating at least 20 feet off the ground, so thanks!
Posted 5th May 2009 at 11:44 AM by joyfool
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That was just what I needed to hear
Posted 6th May 2009 at 12:43 AM by Illuminati Primus
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I'm sorry IP. I didn't know you were a big Alice fan. If so, I can send you some of the Master's cooties your way.
Posted 6th May 2009 at 05:46 AM by joyfool
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Picture added! HOORAY!!!!!!!
Posted 6th May 2009 at 05:54 AM by joyfool
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Pix or it didn't ha... HEY! Wouldja lookit that hottie? Those eyes! That hair! mmm Mmm MMMM! Deee-lect-ah-buhls!
Oh, and Alice ain't bad, either.
Posted 6th May 2009 at 03:32 PM by Dazzling White Diamonds
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< kicks toe in dirt and turns bright red >
Posted 7th May 2009 at 05:57 AM by joyfool
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Rattling around somewhere in the back of a drawer in my brain I knew you loved Alice, but it wasn't until I just now read this entry that I realized just how much, Kemi.
Just from looking at that photograph I could tell, and I'll share something else with you: I don't know how old Alice is now, but if he's anything like me, he probably eats up the attention you gave him like a Cinabon.
Right after I signed back on here after a long time away, a lady called me a "Cutie" after seeing my profile pic and I must have skated on that word for a whole week.
Anyway, this isn't about me, I know that. I'm just trying to illustrate how guys our age might react to the fact that someone thinks so much of us they want their picture taken with us.
Always keeping in mind too that what I write could just be so much horseshit, my dear Kemi.
Your Forever Pal
BillPosted 1st November 2014 at 02:15 PM by Quasi
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Bill, I just now saw this. Thank you so much for your sweet words. They made my day. 💗 And I can tell you something else...... you are a cutie. Indeed. 😍😍
Posted 5th November 2014 at 01:01 PM by joyfool
