This page is about me and why everything I like is great. If you disagree with anything you find on this page, you are wrong. - Maddox


My name is Kim (26) and this is my very own website.  It's mostly about me, my guy, friends, family, and some dwarfism filler.  I also have one of those universal myspace/facebook pages but I've been messing with versions of this page for years, so I've chosen to keep it going here and there.  And all because of this site, complete strangers have seen me through cars, relationships, and my geeky glasses phase.  Supposedly, even Aaron Carter found his way here one time.  Looking back, I often wonder if Dr. Phil would tell me I have a problem with some sort of self-immersion condition.  Maybe not.  In any case, here's some more about me.

Some things I like:

Music.  Green traffic lights.  Cooking.  Cooking shows.  Taking pictures.  My apartment.  Animals.  My animals.  Trader Joes.  Living close to Ronnie.  Recycling.  Live theater.  Movies.  Food Network.  Carbs.  Chocolate.  GPS's.  Cleaning products.  Towels.  Kitchen accessories.  Surfers.  Taking road trips with fun and adventurous people.  Scuba diving.  Things with sentimental value.  Jane Green.  Retrojunk.com.  Storage containers.  Cheesy songs.  Homegrown fruit and vegetables.  Swing sets.  Tech toys.  My car.  Singing in my car.  Farmer's markets.  Those lint roll things.  Ron's family.  Reunions.  Potlucks.  Idaho.  Vacations.  ATVs.  Lotion.  Paychecks.  The way my car drives after an oil change.  Flip-flops.  Books.  Free food.

Some things I don't like:

Traffic!  Blemishes.  Gas prices.  Car dents.  Smoking.  Living far from my family.  How high fructose corn syrup is in everything.  Abuse.  Ignorance.  Animal testing.  Germs.  When I stub my toe.  My p.o.c. sewing machine.  Snobs.  Mildew.  Places with no wireless access.  How expensive good furniture is.  Long lines.  Red eyes in pictures.  Smog.  Mosquitoes.  Low-quality sushi.  When my car gets dirty the day after I wash it.  Gaining weight off a cupcake while my sister can eat a whole pie at 1 in the morning and gain nothing.  Zip-loc bags that don't zip.  Trash bags that break.  Pens that don't work.  Finding the greatest of friends in 3rd grade and having no idea where any of them are today.

Some things I admit:

1) I don't like other people's feet and I get very antsy if anyone's feet touch me or my pillow or towel, etc.  Mom says I get this from her.  But they are cute from far away with a little polish... and if they are germ free and don't smell very pungent.

2) My other irrational fear has to do with people using my comb, hairdryer, toothpaste, nail polish, towel, body poof...  I promise its not because I'm selfish.  Its because I have ridiculous issues about other people's skin-cells, germs, spit, bodily excretions - although I'm much, much better than 2 years ago.  I totally let people use my hairdryer now.  (This is another thing I give credit to good ol' mom for. :))

3) I forget names easily.  I'm really sorry if I've ever forgotten your name.  I never forget a face though.

4) I thought I was the smartest kid in school when I could spell h-i-b-e-r-n-a-t-i-o-n by age 6.  Since then, I haven't been very good at spelling.

Some more things:

My ancestry is mostly English, Czech, and Irish.  There's bits and pieces of other origins in there somewhere but in the long run, I'm a loud US-American.  I've never lived anywhere else to be considered something different.  Wooo.  Go team.

My home is California, which is basically a strange but exciting country in itself.  I used to live in Northern Cal, but am now living in Los Angeles to be closer to the love of my life.  Eh, it'll do for now.

That's about it.  Thanks for visiting.