I love words. God knows I do. But sometimes, they're just unnecessary.

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I am hereby officially and dramatically slamming my professional and personal worlds together. Before now, I'd limited access to my corner of the blogosphere to a select few friends who I knew wouldn't judge my offensive language, my love affair with the grape or my tendency toward the dramatic.

Now, thanks to author Hollis Gillespie (aka Bleachy Haired Honkey Bitch) via my tenacious, bite-sized friend Natalie, I realize that my success depends on sharing a piece of my "energy" with the world.

So, here goes. Welcome to the buttoned-up side of K.

http://www.streamingfaith.com/news/family/story/peace-and-love/

http://www.askprimerica.com/the-adventure-continues/

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I want Zachary Levi to have my babies.

PLEASE do not interrupt my fantasy with reminders about anatomy and probability. The sad fact is this: I have an unlikely fetish. I really "dig" nerdy white guys. Don't judge me.

Now, before I go any further, forget your black mail aspirations. Mr. Do Right is well aware that geek chic gets my motor running. He's OK with this -- probably because, he's tall (6'3"), dark (as in "black is beautiful") and handsome (bald-headed yummy-ness!). And because he could squish any curly-haired, tongue-tied geek who'd step out of our plasma TV and into our living room.

That said, the Zack Braffs, Paul Rudds and, yes, Zachary Levis of the world could clumsily spill soup on me any day!

BELOW: Levi as Chuck .... and Levi as himself. See? SEE?!

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