Well, It’s official. I now have my very own web niche where I can incessantly blab about whatever strikes my fancy.
Thanks Sean. Here’s to hoping I can be mildly interesting and articulate on a consistent basis.
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about me
Hi! I'm Kerri! Anne! A lover of felt mustaches, puns, porters, pretty (recycled) paper, pine trees, pugs, (alliteration, and) well timed cinematic montages. I think in t-shirt slogans, quote movies like it's my job (it isn't), and really do believe Moby-Dick surpasses all the hype. I probably think you're pretty neat.
I knew the Red Pyramid had just been reopened, or was about to be reopened, though I didn’t know why they called it Red. I wanted to ride on a horse through the desert. I wanted to see if this man–slight, with brown teeth, wide-set eyes, a cop mustache–would try to kill me. There were plenty of Egyptians who would love to kill me, I was sure, and I was ready to engage in any way with someone who wanted me dead. I was alone and restless and both passive and quick to fury. It was a beautiful time, everything electric and hideous.